(Author’s note: A lot of life stuff happened over the last couple weeks. I am hoping to have a Fictioneers next week as well, and maybe even a unique story-ette. However, here’s today’s fictioneers!)
by Miles H. Rost
When your mind is full, sometimes you just have to sit on a toilet, and El knew this well.
His creative process took him to many places, but sometimes, the bathroom was where he needed to be.
He thought about Brenda, his beautiful wife of four years. He thought about how he looked forward to her days. The ideas flowed onto the paper, as he sat on the throne.
He poured out all that he had been feeling since he married her, even when he was gone with his band. He wanted to be home, and this was his ticket.
El and Brenda. You know him better as Lionel Richie.
Here’s the link to the seemingly tall tale of writing “Lady” on the commode.
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(Author’s note: Doing something dangerou s. Took off my splint and am writing this properly. Putting splint back on after it’s done, but so far…no problems. Anyhow, here’s today’s fictioneers…just for all y’all.)
© The Court Jester of Friday Fictioneers, Russell Gayer
by Miles H. Rost
Running from the frozen lake, Brian Gerlach saw the open shed and the toilet.
“Brian, come on! We’ve only got another hour before our moms call us for dinner.”
“But I really gotta go!”
“Fine, but you’re on your own!”
He didn’t need their help. He’d use the toilet and get back to skating. It was winter after all.
He sat down on the snow-colored commode and did his business. He tried to stand up, but his behind wouldn’t budge.
Worse yet, the water around his skates had since frozen up.
He cried for help, worried that it wouldn’t come.