(Author’s note: I was off for a month. I’ll be honest, work got hectic and things just got really buggery. I am happy to be back, though, as today the weariness has been removed (with a change of case.) Here’s today’s fictioneers!)
by Miles H. Rost
A vinyl record careened by Luigi Binalli’s nose.
Hearing a commotion, Binalli had entered the radio studio to see the great Giuseppi “Gus” Lombardo frisbee The Eagles Greatest Hits album against the wall.
“Stupid Americans!” Gus spat, while shattering a copy of Chic’s “Good Times”.
“Gus! Why are you destroying our records?!”
“They stole our songs! They took Tozzi’s song and ruined it!”
“They’re making Italy’s music world known!”
“They’re destroying it! Can they not leave our music alone?!”
“Not if Tozzi’s getting royalties.”
Gus’s eyes grew wide, as he threw a Donna Summer record at him.
“You’re fired, Gus.”