Friday Fictioneers – Avalon

(Author’s note: I’m trying to get things done earlier most days, but the last couple weeks have been killer on me. Hope to have everything a few hours earlier starting next week.)

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© Jean L. Hays

Avalon

by Miles H. Rost

“The party is about to start, and you’ve done nothing!”

Maria smiled as she looked at her scolding sister.

“I’m learning a lot! When I become a dancer, I won’t have to worry about cleaning.”
“Maria, when you become a dancer, you’re going to take care of me!”

Maria looked at her beautiful, yet busy sister and grinned.

“Only when you finally marry Fernando.”

A plate dropped and clattered. Maria’s sister looked back at her, aghast.

“EH?! FERNANDO?!”

Suddenly, a head popped into the kitchen.

“Did someone call?”

Maria smiled. Her sister sputtered, as he waved and closed the door.

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Friday Fictioneers – My Father In Me

(Author’s note: Sorry for the lateness, folks. But this is what happens when you start working at 6A-2:30P shift. You don’t get to stay up and be #1 on the list. That’s okay, though. Y’all still get me anyways. Enjoy today’s fictioneers, while I get back to finding a new place to live.)

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© Connie Gayer

 

by Miles H. Rost

“Once we get these raspberries up on wires…” I started to say.

“…we get to working on moving the lemon verbena out of the corner. It’s annoying,” Dad replied.

“I just thought that. I really don’t like that shrub. But that leaves room for the quince, right?”

“There’s no quince over there.”

“But the leaves popping up over there are clearly quince.”

“Really? Let’s go look…”

We walked over to the corner of the yard. Kneeling down, he took up the stem and leaves.

“Well, son, that is definitely a quince.”

“I know. I picked up on it from you.”

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Friday Fictioneers – Friend Like You

(Author’s note: I have started a new job. This means I have to adjust schedules. This also means that my writing may be later. But please, make sure that you stop by. I hope to eventually get onto a later shift, but that may be months down the road. Until then, you’ll have to work with me. Enjoy today’s work!)

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© Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Friend Like You

by Miles H. Rost

“Thanks for helping me move this, Helen.”

Helen gazed away and muttered “you’re welcome.”

Terrence looked from the glass bowl on the table, over at her. He remembered when he first met her, a short Korean lady sitting down front in economics.

“Helen? Are you okay?”

“I’m…troubled.”

He blinked. Then turned.

“What’s troubling you?”

Helen looked up into his eyes, then quickly turned when she made contact.

Terrence walked over to her, and lightly put his hands on her shoulders.

“How long?” he said, musing.

“Years.”

“You’re not the only one.”

She looked up, shocked.

He kissed her forehead.

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Friday Fictioneers – After The Rain

(Author’s notes: Well, after a harrowing day, I passed my driver’s test. I spent today, the day after, applying for jobs in my area. Hoping to find something relatively quickly, but who knows what the job search may bring. In the meantime, I’m bringing up music and revisiting old artists I never thought I’d see again. Here’s one of them, to enjoy today’s Fictioneers with.)

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© Jan Wayne Fields

After The Rain

by Miles H. Rost

Waterfalls.

Jack and Melinda Berry looked out over the vast valley, transformed from a dry and forbidden place into a vast and colorful vista.

To the left, waterfalls that cascaded quickly. To the right, wildflowers that bloomed once or twice a year. Behind them was the campsite, still wet from the prior night’s deluge.

They were worried about each other then, something they hadn’t done in many years. Huddled together as the storms whipped around them on that mountain ledge, they waited it out.

“It’s breathtaking, Jack.”

“You sure are, sweetie.”

In soaked clothing, Melinda snuggled at Jack’s side.

Hope.

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Friday Fictioneers – The Road Not Taken

(Author’s note: With the final part of my Korean experience finally complete, I now focus on the next phase of life. This means that Music and Fiction will likely get an upgrade/update in some way. Once I get settled back in a routine, this should happen. Until then, it’s Fictioneers and other stories I plan to write. Hope you enjoy today’s offering!)

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© Bjorn Rudberg

The Road Not Taken

by Miles H. Rost

“Daddy, do you ever wish you did something different?”

Paul looked down at his daughter, 9 years old and ever inquisitive.

“There are one or two things, sweetie. But, then you wouldn’t be here. That’s not a wish I would make.”

She put her arms around his waist, and hugged tightly.

“Do you regret losing your arm?”

He looked down at his sweetie, and sadly smiled.

“My arm saved 4 men in Iraq, sweetie. I would not trade that, no.”

Paul swept his arm under her and picked her up.

“Honey, my arm brought me home. No regrets.”

“I love you, Daddy!”

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Friday Fictioneers – In Your Eyes

(Author’s note: The last couple weeks have been hell. I’m now at a point where I can do a lot more with my time, and hopefully will be able to update a lot more and answer things. Next week, I should be on time with my writing…depending on whether I’ll be writing on a plane or not. Otherwise, enjoy today’s Valentine’s Day writing piece!)

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© Dale Rogerson

In Your Eyes

by Miles H. Rost

His plane touched down at 4:30.

By 6:00, he was gazing into the eyes of someone he waited years to see.

“I ran.”

“But you grew since you’ve been gone.”

“I grew up, but for what? We could have been married by now”

She looked away, but returned to his gaze.

“But you wouldn’t be you now. And you, now, are the one I choose.”

He kept gazing into the brown and green pools of her eyes. Reading.

“It’s time.”

“To what?”

“For me to make up for lost time.”

She blushed, still holding her gaze.

“It’s snowing. Come, let’s get warm.”

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Friday Fictioneers – King Of Wishful Thinking

(Author’s note: Late on the story tonight. In the middle of cleaning the apartment for the next tenant, and getting all my stuff ready to move out. I hope to have a bit more time coming up to get things done, and to do more with the blog. 

My time in Korea is ending. I will have a celebration post coming up, along with a State of the Blog very soon…likely while waiting for my flight in 2 weeks. Anyhow, enjoy today’s fictioneers.)

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© J.S. Brand

King Of Wishful Thinking

by Miles H. Rost

“What would you do with $10,000,000?”

The longtime fisherman dusted off his hands, and smiled.

“I’d fix this boat up properly, and then take it on a world tour.”

Laughs bubbled from the kids that sat on the dock, watching the old man.

“Your boat won’t go. Hasn’t for two years,” one of the snotty ones remarked.

Henry looked down.

“Sometimes gotta look at reality before experiencing it.”

The kids were silent, as Henry scraped more paint off the keel.

“Can’t work on a boat when your wife is sick, right? King of wishful thinking, y’know.”

They got up and left.

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