Friday Fictioneers – Bambou

(Author’s note: I am hoping to be posting more in the upcoming summer season. Especially since I won’t have TV to watch, and hopefully I won’t be tested and tired more than I am already. Enjoy tonight’s music and fiction!)

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© Dale Rogerson

Bambou

by Miles H. Rost

He took in everything from his corner of the bar.

He noticed a man of his size walking into the bar, and beelining towards him.

“So, ‘Hank’, why am I here?” the man asked ‘Hank’.

“It’s my place for meetings.”

“In the middle of the Caribbean? I had to plunk down a chip to get here.”

“You’re wanted for a job.”

The man sat down, his eyes never moving.

“They want you to take a singer out.”

“Out to dinner, a movie?”

“Out.”

“Who’s the singer?”

“Me.”

The man blinked. ‘Hank’ gave him an envelope.

“Do it quickly, please.”

Silence.

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Friday Fictioneers – Sounds Of Silence

(Author’s Note: None! I am back to life, back to the writer’s gallery. I have 13 more months in Korea. Let’s celebrate with a story!)

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© Roger Bultot

Sounds of Silence

by Miles H. Rost

It was a shock to the Garbarthian space crew when they heard nothing.

For 27 earth years, they were able to study and learn about its inhabitants and the various strange things that were around them. They had gone to sleep on the eve, waiting to see what would come.

There was no sound that next morning. Nor the morning after. They heard faint horns, faint chatter, but the small cactus they used as their listening device heard nothing.

For 11 days, they heard nothing. They went back into the playback to hear the last moment.

*click* BANG! *click* BANG!

Nothing more.

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Friday Fictioneers -The Boys Of Summer

(Author’s Note: On a “vacation” of sorts. Mostly spending time relaxing and getting some important downtime. I hope to have more stories coming up soon, but until then…here’s another Fictioneers.)

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©Dale Rogerson

The Boys Of Summer

by Miles H. Rost

“Alright, boys. Let’s get out there and do what we do!” Coach said, as he looked into the eyes of his players.

The Keneely Knickerbockers were the #1 Junior League baseball team, for the first time in 87 years. It was a feat. Coach didn’t know how it happened, but they just started playing well this season. And now they were there, in Williamsburg, Virginia, at the Junior League Championship.

As the 16 and 17-year-old boys ran out of the tunnel, they looked to the stands. They saw the girls who traveled across the country to see them play.

They lovingly gazed at the girls who made them the Boys of Summer.

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Friday Fictioneers – I’m Holding My Own

No news, just Fictioneers:

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© Jan Wayne Fields

I’m Holding My Own

by Miles H. Rost

“Mitch, how long have you been living out here for?”
“Well, Sheena threw me out about two and a half years ago, and I didn’t find this place until the fall. I’d probably say almost two years now.”

The man took a long draught of his brew, looked around at Mitch’s “home”.

“And you like it here?”
“Yeah. I go to work for 8 hours, then come home to nature.”
“What about heat?”
“Sleeping bag, and if necessary, a good woman.”

The man took another long draw from his bottle.

“I have what I need right here. I am quite content.”

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Friday Fictioneers – Steppin’ Out

(Author’s Note: Thought things were going to be late due to the election and the results…but I was able to get them looked at, and was able to spend time. I think I should have time for more long-fiction coming up. We’ll see. Anyhow, here’s today’s Fictioneers.)

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© Sandra Crook

Steppin’ Out

by Miles H. Rost

“How about this hat? Don’t I look good in it?”

“Honey, you look like one of the locals in that. It’s like you’re wearing the board from Family Feud on your head.”

“Oh, poo. You’re no fun.”

Christine Bakshri smiled, as she turned around and looked at the other hats in the market of Tashkent. Her beau, Henry, looked bored but was secretly enjoying himself.

“Henry, do you think we’ll ever return home?”

“We stepped out of the country for a year. Do we really want to step back in?”

Christine thoughtfully looked around.

“Naaaaaaah!”

They gave a wave, and continued walking down the market street.


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Friday Fictioneers – Counting Stars

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Photo Prompt © Roger Bultot

Counting Stars

by Miles H. Rost

Gina sat on the hood of the car, looking up into the sky. She reached her arm out and tried to touch the stars.

“What are you thinking, Gina?” her cousin Brian asked, arm and leg hanging off the side of the car.

“I’m thinking about quitting my job, finding a place with no light, and counting stars forever.”

Brian turned his head and smiled.

“Has life been that bad for you?”

“Nah, I just am tired of civilization.”

Brian looked up at the stars, and smiled.

“Become an astronaut?”

“I’d have to come back to people…”

Brian just nodded.

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Friday Fictioneers – Winelight

 

© C.E. Ayr

Winelight

by Miles H. Rost

“The old city has changed since we got married.”

Jeanette Brunwick and her husband Gary looked around as they cruised down the middle of the river on their pleasurecraft. They returned to their city after 15 years away.

“Remember that the old cannery used to be right there,” she said, pointing to an area that now sat an arena.

“That was where I stole my first kiss from you. The first night we drank wine, and figured that we’d be sommeliers.”

“The winelight, the moonlight. And now it’s obstructed by baseball games.”

“You can never return home,” Gary said, sighing.