It’s been a busy week at the Musical Fiction Factory, or at least in the office…so here’s this week’s Fictioneers story. I have some time off next week, so there’s a good likelihood that a few stories will be in the offing on my vacation days.
copyright Marie Gail Stafford
Message In A Bottle
We sat at the table of the faux Chinese restaurant, like we do every Sunday. I picked up the bottle of hot sauce to douse my fried rice, when I saw it.
“Marie, there’s a note in this hot sauce.”
“What? Well, open it up and get it out!”
Sighing heavily, I did what she told me. I pulled out the long note, and read it out loud.
“My name is Stewart Copeland. This is my SOS. I’m stuck in the Sriracha factory. I hope that someone gets my message in a bottle.”
I only wonder how long that message has been in that bottle…
Before we begin, please make sure to read the latest non-fictioneers story: Poor Boy Long Way From Home. I can guarantee that if you are a foreigner, who also happens to be an English teacher, that’ll be for you. Now, on with the show…
copyright Douglas M. MacIlroy
Lights In The Dark
“Alright, who’s idea was it to put candles near my feet?” Steve asked, annoyed.
“Put them?! No way! They were already there. YOU put your feet there!” Berta replied.
“Then can you explain to me how, when I haven’t moved from this chair, my feet started on fire?”
“You were paying too much attention to your little program on Japanese hand carvings.”
“But I haven’t moved from…”
“Those candles were lit this afternoon. AFTER you killed the power by cutting the outside cords.”
“And I got them turned back on.”
“It’s your fault your feet got burned. Want some peppermint lotion?”