Friday Fictioneers – Blueberry Hill

(Author’s note: I’m incredibly sorry for the lack of posting through May. A lot has happened, but it is looking like July is going to be a great month for production, as I am moving from my current location to a place farther out from urban civilization. So, to celebrate my impending move, here’s today’s fictioneers!)

© Brenda Cox

Blueberry Hill

by Miles H. Rost

They all said Harlan Fisher was crazy.

“Why would go so far out to sell your blueberries?”

All Harlan would do is smile, as he took his tent to the side of the road at the top of the hill.

Months later, a marathon was scheduled to run through the town, right by Harlan’s hillside stand.

Harlan waited at the top, pitchers of purplish juice ready and waiting to pour.

Runner after runner passed, taking swig after swig of the refreshing juice.

After the race was done, Harlan just sat and looked out at the valley.

Now they knew why.

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Friday Fictioneers – So Flows The Current

(Author’s note: I am attempting to get back into posting every week. It’s been tough, however. My job is demanding. Starting in December, however, it should be a lot easier as I switch my Wednesday fitness to Tuesday. So enjoy!)

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© Dale Rogerson

So Flows The Current

by Miles H. Rost

*plunk…..plunk plunk*

Lee Richardson sat outside his garage, fooling  around while playing his bass guitar. High bass licks, low bass grumbles, didn’t matter. He was having fun.

“Oy! Lee-Rad.”

Lee turned around and smiled, his bros gliding their bikes up the driveway. Mike Jacobs has his keyboard with him, and Chaz carried his drum behind.

“We gotta get some practice in. You need anything?”
“Yeah, got a pastry brush?” Chaz asked, “If I’m gonna do the soft sounds, I need my brush.”

Lee handed it to him. They set up.

“How long we going for today?”

“As long as the current flows.”

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