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Friday Fictioneers – Angel In Disguise

(Author’s note: None. It’s Wednesday. Enjoy!)

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© Roger Bultot

Angel In Disguise

by Miles H. Rost

Tom looked over the large lawn on the British estate that he stayed at. He was about to turn around when he felt soft, silky hands wrap around his shoulders.

“Tomas, come back to me.”
“But I’m right here.”
“For good.”
“I want to, but…”
“But what?”

She spun him around and pressed herself upon him.

“I need to decide, Sandra. Nashville or you.”
“Why not both? You work for my dad’s business, then work with Nashville remote?”

She made sense. Her Spanish accent added another level to that sense.

“You’re an angel, Sandra.”
“In disguise, non?”

He enveloped her.

RIP Earl Thomas Conley (1941-2019)

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Friday Fictioneers – The Eye Of The Tiger

(Author’s note: I’ve had to cut this writing down to every other week due to some new stuff I’m involved in. Plus, since I start work really early, I get very tired during the week. So I am going to try and do more, do better on getting things onto this blog. It just make take a little while longer. Otherwise, here’s today’s Fictioneers!)

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© Dale Rogerson

Eye Of The Tiger

by Miles H. Rost

Washington D.C. saw it’s fair share of weird people. Congressfolk, G-men, you name it, they saw it.

A sitting congressman, riding on a tiger’s back. That was unusual.

Nebraska Representative Bob Langston was known for doing outrageous things to make a point. From dumping a half-ton of Alka-Seltzer tablets into Dupont Circle Fountain, to ziplining onto the Capitol steps, always with a reason for it.

He stopped at the foot of the steps and was immediately swarmed by reporters, asking why ride a tiger to the capitol.

“It’s appropriate work transportation for a guy who eats congresspeople for lunch.”

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Friday Fictioneers – The Eyes Of The Girl

(Author’s note: Y’all probably wondered where I went last week, right? To be straight about it, my job gets very tiring. I have to use my mind a lot, and I don’t always get the best sleep. Last week, we had a lot of things happen at once, and once I got off work, I just slept. I hope that this week is the end of that pattern, but we’ll see. Here’s today’s fictioneers!)

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© Anshu Bhojnagarwala

The Eyes Of The Girl

by Miles H. Rost

“And that’s when Larry stood up and said, “Men Without Pants!”, and whipped his off.”

The tales told around the annual university beach bonfire were incredible, as was the amount of liquor consumed.

Thomas sat back, one of the few who didn’t drink at parties. He stared into the roaring fire, content with all that was going on.

He moved his eyes up and immediately were struck by a pair of green eyes staring back through the flames.

First, shock. Then worry. After a blink, recognition.

The eyes approached him, the person behind them giving Thomas a great big hug.

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Friday Fictioneers – My Old Yellow Car

(Author’s note: And here we are, back again for another Friday Fictioneers. I hope to have some new non-micro-fiction material up soon. Jobs that wear out your mind, however, don’t seem to work very well with keeping up a writing schedule. No longer! I have a secret weapon that will help. So, enjoy today’s missive!)

 

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© Ted Strutz

My Old Yellow Car

by Miles H. Rost

The garage door opened and gasps went up to the heavens.

“What did you do, Dad?”
“I bought an old, rusted and busted ’68 Charger R/T. I figured you and I could work on it.”

The 10-year old looked up, crinkling his nose.

“Couldn’t we have done this with a computer?”
“Do you want to drive when you’re 16?”
“Yeah…”
“This car is yours once it’s fully built.”

His son’s eyes lit up. Then they fell.

“But we don’t have money for parts.”

Dad smiled, and looked around the garage.

“$10 a week. Save up enough, I’ll buy an extra part for free.”

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Friday Fictioneers – It’s In The Way That You Use It

(Author’s note: I will be moving soon. The house I’m in will be sold, and I’ll be moving to another place in another part of town. It’ll be nice, a little closer to work, a little closer to everything. It’ll also be more stable, which means I’ll be able to do more, such as working on this script that I’ve put off for nearly 3 years. Here’s to hoping it works! Anyhow, here’s today’s fictioneers)

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© Dawn W. Miller

It’s In The Way That You Use It

by Miles H. Rost

We took the train down to Southern California. It was one of the last rides I would take with my grandpa.

“Sonny, I want you to have something.”

I looked up at him, and smiled. He gave me a photo.

“When I leave, I want you to look at this. Especially when you feel down.”
“But Grandpa, you’ll always be around.”
“Not always, Sonny.”
“If I have this picture, you’ll always be there.”

He just smiled.

That was 20 years ago. He died shortly after that. But I always have him with me, on the neck of my guitar on stage.

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Friday Fictioneers – Wonderful Tonight

(Author’s note: I know I’ve only been doing FF every other week for a while. Part of the reason is because I have exercise on Wednesdays, and that really kills my energy. I am in the process of switching my schedule around, and hoping that we can get things moving for December. I should be back weekly in no time. Here’s this week’s fictioneers: )

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© J.S. Brand

Wonderful Tonight

by Miles H. Rost

She flopped.

Onto the couch she went, her minty scrubs stained with sweat. Her black hair was mussed, and little strands fell in front of her face.

“Tough day?”
“Yeah, the worst.”
“You gotta work tomorrow?”
“Thankfully no. I’ve worked 13 days straight, they gave me two days to rest up for the next 7 day run.”
“How long would it take you to get cleaned up?”

Blowing strands from her face, she looked at him quizzically.

“10 minutes, meaning 35. why?”

He chuckled.

“My beautiful nurse, would dinner and dancing do for the night?”

Her eyes lit up.

“Sweetie, you are so wonderful!”

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Friday Fictioneers – (Don’t You) Forget About Me

(Author’s note: So, I know I’ve only been posting once every two weeks for a while. Let me explain why: Wednesdays were chosen for me to exercise. When I come home, I usually end up falling asleep while writing. This means I don’t get things finished. This will change after November AND after I move to a new place. It’s just taking a little longer than I’d like. Anyhow, here’s today’s fictioneers…)

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© Roger Bultot

(Don’t You) Forget About Me

by Miles H. Rost

“It’s so cavernous.”

Yumin looked around, in awe of the rotunda of the former cathedral.

“It’s also one of a few places where the church allowed music videos to be shot.”

Aaron gazed upon the wonder in her face, lit up like a christmas tree.

“Music videos? Like which one?”

He gazed into her eyes, then pointed behind her.

“The one that’s being made right now. The one we’re in.”
“Wait…”

She turned around, looking far off into the lens of a barely hidden camera.

“Who’s music video are we in?!”

Aaron put his arms around her, and whispered, “Ours.”

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Friday Fictioneers – Brick House

(Author’s note: Had to take last week off again, due to some unfortunate pain related to my exercise regimen. I’m better now. And while I’m on new business, there’s a new watcher to the board. His name is H.K., and he’s a great guy with a sense of humor. He’s someone who is interested in what Music and Fiction is all about. H.K., welcome aboard! Here’s today’s fictioneers…)

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© Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Brick House

by Miles H. Rost

His foot hooked on a root, and he fell flat on his face into a peat bog.

Michael ignored the pain and kept running.

He had to get away.

His girlfriend Nadine had gone nuts.

For the first 3 months, their relationship was hands off and very slow-going. Without warning, she jumped on him and tried to perform a tonsillectomy with her tongue.

Seeing the old brick garage, he ran in and barred the door. He could hide out there.

*click*

Light came on behind him. He turned around.

“Oh, Michael…”

It was the end. He couldn’t run from her lust.

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Friday Fictioneers – The Kingdom

(Author’s note: It’s been a week. But I went through the last 3 months of comments, and was able to respond. Because I actually care about people’s thoughts. And now that some things have come together on this job, I’m looking forward to the future. In celebration, here’s today’s Fictioneers!)

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© J Hardy Carroll

The Kingdom

by Miles H. Rost

The people at school knew nothing about Mindy Royal.

The bookish 18-year old was friendly, but no one really took the time to get to know her. Most regarded her as a plain Jane.

Steve Jacobs did not. He was someone who always gave her a smile, helped her when books fell on her, and even gave her lunch money.

The day after her 18th birthday, she walked into her high school, dressed up like a princess. She met Steve, and immediately proposed to him.

She was Princess Melinda, and she needed someone special to be her Duke of Leeds.

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Friday Fictioneers – Heavy Fuel

(Author’s note: I am hoping, very soon, to be able to do longer stories like did a couple years ago. Biggest problem: Exhaustion after work. The job I do is mind-numbing. I come home, and I fall asleep. Doubly so on days when I exercise. So, here’s to hoping things work soon. In the meantime, here’s today’s fictioneers.)

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© Yvette Prior

Heavy Fuel

by Miles H. Rost

“Dad, you’re only 51. You’re gonna die if you keep doing that.”

My cousin was berating her dad. He just finished scarfing down a triple monster cheeseburger, 2 hand pies, and a thick chocolate shake, all while lighting up an unfiltered cigarette.

He paused, and looked her straight in the eye.

“Lindsey, what do I do for a living?”
“You work at the mine.”
“And what do I mine for?”
“Vermiculite.”
“What’s another name for vermiculite?”
“Asbestos”
“And what does asbestos do?”
“Gives you lung cancer.”
“Exactly.”

He sat back, and gave her a smile.

“Enjoy every minute of this life, Sherry.”

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