Friday Fictioneers — The Roadie

Sure, it meant spending months at a time on the road. The hours were long, setting up long before the band arrived and staying long after they finished to pack up the gear and instruments. And when the band hit it big, it was pure adrenaline each night.

But that was then. Now the band was relegated to oldies concerts in high school gymnasiums. The the excitement had turned into tedium. As he reflected back on his life, he knew it was time to quit. There had to be more to life than sex, drugs, and rock ‘n roll.

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Written for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Friday Fictioneers prompt. Photo credit: Dale Rogerson.

Friday Fictioneers — Outta Sight

“I will not have it,” Margaret insisted, “I’m embarrassed to have anyone come into our apartment. I know you’ve been working from home since this whole pandemic thing started, but you’ve got your crap spread out all over the dining room table and it’s ridiculous that we can’t use it for meals. I will not tolerate your mess anymore. I’ve organized all of your office supplies and put them inside the credenza. You can keep your laptop on the end of the table, but you need to keep your work area neat.”

Bill hugged Margaret and simply said, “Thanks, sweetheart.”

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Written for Rochelle Wisoff-Field’s Friday Fictioneers prompt. Photo credit: Jan Wayne Fields.

Friday Fictioneers — Leo’s Tavern

“Hey, Sam, let’s head over to Leo’s Tavern out on old route 13 for a few brews,” Zeke said.

“Leo’s ain’t there no more, Zeke,” Sam said.

“What do you mean Leo’s ain’t there no more?” Zeke asked.

“It’s gone!”

“Gone? You mean like gone gone?”

“Totally gone,” Sam said. “There’s even a big sign with the letters G-O-N-E painted on it where the old Leo’s sign used to be.”

“What happened to it?”

“Ever since that new interstate highway opened up,” Sam said, “hardly no one ever goes on old route 13 no more.”

“Damn,” Zeke said.

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Written for the Friday Fictioneers prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Photo credit: Trish Nankivell.

Friday Fictioneers — The Scarecrow

“Look at that,” Jeremy said. “That’s sacrilegious!”

“What is?” Archie asked. “You mean that scarecrow over there?”

“Scarecrow? That’s not a scarecrow, you idiot,” Jeremy said. “That’s Jesus on the cross.”

“Nah,” Archie said. “It’s a scarecrow.”

“Scarecrows have straw hats, straw coming out from their shirt sleeves, and wear overalls,” Jeremy said. “Do you see a straw hat or overalls on that? No you don’t because that’s Jesus being crucified.”

Archie laughed. “You see Jesus everywhere, Jeremy. Didn’t you tell me last week that you saw Jesus’ face on a piece of toast? That thing’s just a simple scarecrow.”

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Written for the Friday Fictioneers prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Photo credit: Sandra Crook.

Friday Fictioneers — Youth

Harold sat at the picnic table at Coney Island looking over at the old Steeplechase ride. He flashed back to his youth when he would spend his summer days riding that roller coaster. But he had to face the fact that his youth was gone and, between his vertigo and his bad back, he could no longer enjoy rides like that anymore.

He noticed the Nathan’s sign and remembered those classic hot dogs and fries. Oh how he craved them. But not anymore. Not with his acid reflux.

It’s a shame, Harold thought, that youth is wasted on the young.

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Written for Friday Fictioneers from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Photo credit: Roger Bultot.