(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!)
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.
Author’s Note: Very busy this week due to Australia stuff. Hence why no posts since last weekend. Got some downtime coming up, meaning more posts. 6 more weeks, and I’ll be able to post a lot more. Here’s your offering for today!
Copyright – Roger Bultot
I Am The One And Only
by Miles Rost
“Hey! Whitey! You look like you’re burning up!”
“C.H., just leave me alone.”
“But why? You are in trouble. you need help.”
“You’re the reason why this has happened!”
“I didn’t tell my tenants to come to you and start you on fire.”
“No, but I’m sure you did something to get them to do it.”
“Well, I did tell you that you should get yourself checked out in case something did happen. Gotta keep your health in good shape.”
“Yeah, and now your advice is going to kill me.”
“I did tell you that I’m the one and only on this block. Should have listened to me!”