Rainbow Snippets Comes Between a Dragon and His Wrath, with Jeff Baker, December 3rd, 2022.

Every week we post six lines from a work of ours, a work-in-progress or published or a recommendation of someone else’s work with at least one LGBT character. Posted at Rainbow Snippets here: https://www.facebook.com/groups/963484217054974

Stretching the definition of “six lines” again for this story of mine “Come Not Between the Dragon and His Wrath,” https://authorjeffbaker.com/2022/11/11/come-not-between-the-dragon-and-his-wrath-friday-flash-fics-for-november-11-2022-by-jeff-baker/ where Willie goes to show his ex-boyfriend Allan the dragon tattoo he got especially for him. I got a nice response from readers in that the exes had a good relationship. Title, of course, from Shakespeare. Here’s the snippet:

“Yeah, I know,” Willie said. “You guys came in here to eat a couple of months ago.”

“I brought him in here to meet you,” Allan said, pulling his shirt down.

“Meeting the Ex,” Willie said with a grin. “Well, I hope he at least liked the restaurant.”

“Ian liked you,” Allan said. “I told him all about you.”

And that’s it for this week! Next week, something special for the holidays.

———-jeff

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Dig It Out With Friday Flash Fics. Getting a snack at the ballpark, from Jeff Baker. December 2, 2022.

Dig It Out

by Jeff Baker

“Oh, wow! What is this? It’s goooood!” Herbie said pecking at the ground with his beak.

“It’s sunflower seeds. Somebody must have been walking across the ball field munching them and dropped a few,” Morton said, ruffling his wings to settle his feathers.

“Man! I never imagined pecking for food on the ground would be so much fun!” Herbie said. “I’m gonna like being a goose!”

“Enjoy it while it lasts,” Morton said. “Canada Geese live about twenty-five years in the wild. I remember reading that once, back when I read a lot!”

“Really?” Herbie said. “You mean, we don’t come back as geese again?”

“Sometimes.” Morton said. “But reincarnation’s a real crapshoot. Ugh! Speaking of which, watch where you step. Ick!” Morton shook a webbed foot. “That one was fresh!”

“You get that in a baseball field full of geese,” Herbie said, glancing over at the rest of the gaggle, munching at the brown grass near the fence.

“Yeah,” Morton said. “I wanted to be a wolf, but I keep coming back as a bird. My first goose though.”

“Yeah, I…Ow! What the heck is this?” Herbie said.

Morton waddled over to get a closer look at what Herbie had unearthed with his beak.

“Looks like a ring somebody lost.” Morton said. “Hmmmmmm…if this is gold it could be valuable. Of course, that doesn’t do us any good!”

“Gimmie a moment,” Herbie said. He picked up the ring in his beak and waddled across the field, setting the ring down on home plate. “There. Somebody will find it. Maybe they’ll even find out who owned it.”

“Depends on what they value.” Morton said.

There was a honking from the geese in right field.

“Sounds like somebody found bread!” Herbie said eagerly.

“Hold on!” Morton said. “Leave the bread. That stuff just gives us the runs. Ooooooooh! Look! Here’s some grubs!”

—end—

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“This Site Uses Cookies.” By Jeff Baker. (From a Wednesday Words Prompt.) November 26, 2022.

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This Site Uses Cookies

by Jeff Baker

(November 23, 2022)

“Woah!” Danny said, shielding his eyes from the light from the bare bulb in the ceiling. “What is this, an interrogation?”

“Let me get that,” Mr. Fordyce said, reaching up to pull the cord turning the light off. The desk lamp lit the small room enough for both of them to see around the office. Fordyce owned the company but he rarely was in the office on the back loading dock used by the night crew.

“You work here long?” Fordyce asked Danny.

“First day was today,” Danny said.

“Well, don’t believe every story you hear about the night crew being a bunch of druggies. They couldn’t get the job done if they were. Hey, cookies!”

There was a large, holiday-themed platter of homemade cookies setting there on the desk.

“I guess we help ourselves,” Danny said.

The two men each reached for the platter, then froze in mid-reach.

“Do you remember that old episode of…” Danny started to say.

“…Barney Miller!” Mr. Fordyce finished.

“With the brownies!” Danny said.

The two men stared at the platter.

“What the hey!” Fordyce said as he grabbed a cookie. Danny did too.

“Gooood!” Danny said taking a bite.

They each grabbed one more for their respective drives home.

—end—

AUTHOR’S NOTE: This story was written for a Wednesday Words prompt from Paula Wyant: https://ptwyant.com/2022/11/23/wednesday-words-413-11-23-2022/ The first day at a new job or school. Cookies. And, a bright light. For the record, this actually happened to me, but not on my first day on the job! —–jeff

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“We Gather Together” for Rainbow Snippets. November 26, 2022 from Jeff Baker.

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Every week we post six lines from a work of ours, a work-in-progress or published or a recommendation of someone else’s work with at least one LGBT character. Posted at Rainbow Snippets here: https://www.facebook.com/groups/963484217054974

We’re taking a break from our usual Friday Flash Fiction story I post for the week, but I wrote a Thanksgiving story anyway. https://authorjeffbaker.com/2022/11/23/we-gather-together-a-thanksgiving-story-by-jeff-baker-november-23-2022/ Based a little on something my family did for a few years. Oh, and I’m combining two chunks of snippets, which explains the length. (I didn’t want to break it up!)

Here, family patriarch Marcus is explaining how it all got started. Enjoy!——–jeff

“For the new arrivals, our annual Thanksgiving in August get-together started about twenty years ago after one too many trips over the river and through the woods in rotten, icy weather. Getting together in August seemed a better idea.”

There was a general nodding of heads around the table.

“So, we started this when my dear Vera was still alive and when at least a couple of our kids were still living at home. Some of the cousins showed up next year. Now I look around and there’s about twenty of us here! Mark and his fiancee Rebekah…”

Mark held up a hand and said “Yo.”

“And Christine and her, what? Girlfriend or fiancée, Sarah?” Marcus said.

“Just girlfriend for now.” Sarah said grinning back as Christine blushed.

Enjoy YOUR leftovers! ——jeff

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“We Gather Together.” A Thanksgiving Story by Jeff Baker. November 23, 2022.

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AUTHOR’S NOTE: No Friday Flash Fiction story this week (taking a break!) but I wrote this for Thanksgiving. Happy Thanksgiving, everybody! ——jeff

We Gather Together

by Jeff Baker

Marcus grinned as he glanced down the picnic table decorated with cutout turkeys and pilgrims as well as with a platter of real sliced turkey and casserole dishes filled with stuffing and mashed potatoes. There were cranberries and gravy being passed along the table somewhere. He counted quickly. Wow, he thought.

Marcus cleared his throat and called for attention.

“Happy Thanksgiving, everybody! Even though it’s August.” There was some laughter from around the table in the sunlight. It was pleasant enough they had decided to hold the dinner outside.

Marcus went on.

“For the new arrivals, our annual Thanksgiving in August get-together started about twenty years ago after one too many trips over the river and through the woods in rotten, icy weather. Getting together in August seemed a better idea.”

There was a general nodding of heads around the table.

“So, we started this when my dear Vera was still alive and when at least a couple of our kids were still living at home. Some of the cousins showed up next year. Now I look around and there’s about twenty of us here! Mark and his fiancee Rebekah…”

Mark held up a hand and said “Yo.”

“And Christine and her, what? Girlfriend or fiancée, Sarah?” Marcus said.

“Just girlfriend for now.” Sarah said grinning back as Christine blushed.

Marcus raised a glass and everyone around the table followed suit.

“So, here’s to us. To our extended and, what’s the term, chosen family. And all our friends,” Marcus said. “Let’s remember that any day of the year is a day to be thankful.”

The glasses were raised a little higher, glinting in the sunlight.

—end—

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A Coo-Coo, Sock It To Me, Gayer-Than-You-Think Laugh-In World on RoM/Mantic Reads from Jeff Baker. November 22, 2o22

Here’s a link to my latest article on the RoM/Mantic Reads E-Zine: https://rommanticreads.wordpress.com/2022/11/22/jeff-baker-a-gayer-than-you-think-laugh-in-world/

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Thanksgiving Rainbow Snippet from Jeff Baker, November 19, 2022.

Every week we post six lines from a work of ours, a work-in-progress or published or a recommendation of someone else’s work with at least one LGBT character. Posted at Rainbow Snippets here: https://www.facebook.com/groups/963484217054974

A Thanksgiving snippet this week, from my recent flash fic story “Baby, If You’ve Ever Wondered.” https://authorjeffbaker.com/2022/11/18/baby-if-youve-ever-wondered-spending-thanksgiving-with-friday-flash-fics-november-18-2022/ Borrowing the title from the theme to the TV series with the best Thanksgiving show ever. No falling turkeys here; instead a young man takes his nephew (in his baby carrier) down to the kitchen early Thanksgiving morning to check on the Turkey and not wake up everyone else in the house.

You finished with your bott…oh. You’re asleep. Good, you’re not the first guy I’ve bored into unconsciousness. I’ll just take you, (umpf!) into the living room, set you down and kick back in Dad’s old chair and look through yesterday’s paper. Where’s the sports section? Oh, there it is. I can’t find anything anymore, must be gettin’ old.

Happy Thanksgiving, everyone! ——-jeff b.

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“Baby, If You’ve Ever Wondered.” Spending Thanksgiving with Friday Flash Fics: November 18, 2022

Baby, If You’ve Ever Wondered

by Jeff Baker

Okay. I’ll just sit you down here. Gotta love these baby carriers. Got you right here on this old kitchen table. Don’t worry, it’s as sturdy as this house and maybe about as old! Don’t look at me like that, I’m not going to cook you. Your Dad and my big sister watch too many horror movies! What do you…oh, oh. Got your bottle right here. Yeah, there you go. Can you hold it? Okay, laying it down you can kind of hold it. Oooo, you were hungry, weren’t you? I gotta check the turkey.

Where’s the thermometer? I set that aside last night? I…oh, there it is. Hang on, I gotta open the oven door. Sloooooowly, this thing creaks. Don’t want to wake up the rest of the house. There. Now, I just pull this out. Oops! Better grab an oven mitt! My screams would wake up Mom and your folks. And you’d probably laugh.

Okay. There. Now, pull off the foil and thhhheeeeerrrrrre’s the turkey! Doesn’t that look good? And smell that? Yummm! Just stick the thermometer in right here and check the temperature…mmmmmm. Okay, I wrote it down here, uhhhhh, cook until it’s…yeah that’s okay. Now check here annnnnnd. Yes. Doin’ good. Cover it up, where’d I put that foil? Oh there it is.

You know, I remember your Granddad showing me how to do this. He used to cook the turkey overnight, just like this. I remember when I was a little kid. You woulda liked him, I think. Yeah, when I was a kid we ate around this table a lot. It’s still kinda scuffed up in a few places. And you’ll like your Uncle Enrico when I get him out here. He had to work on Thanksgiving. I’m just glad your Grandma and your folks are okay with it. Wow. I haven’t been back to this house in over a year. Live too far away. This house is about a hundred-and-twenty years old, I’m twenty seven and you’re about…oh, seven months? Something like that.

You know, you’re named after me? Your middle name anyway. Kristoff. I go by Chris anyway. I, well we, were named after our Great-Grandfather. Okay, my Great-Grandfather, your Great-Great-Grandfather. And you were named after your Uncle Chris. Yeah.

You finished with your bott…oh. You’re asleep. Good. Not the first guy I’ve bored into unconsciousness. I’ll just take you, umpf! Into the living room, set you down and kick back in Dad’s old chair and look through yesterday’s paper. Where’s the sports section? Oh, there it is. I can’t find anything anymore. Must be gettin’ old.

—end—

Happy Thanksgiving, everyone! From all of us at Friday Flash Fics! Taking a break for Thanksgiving week! I’ll post a prompt pic for December 2nd next week! ——jeff

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A Legendary Brass Bed on an Ice Shelf (or something like that!) Flash Fiction Draw Challenge, November 2022: The Results!

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The Draws for the November Flash Fiction Draw Challenge were: A Legend or Tall Tale, involving a Brass Bed set on an Ice Shelf.

Jeffrey Ricker wrote “The Brass Bed and the Epic Journey” https://jeffrey-ricker.com/november-flash-fiction-draw-the-brass-bed-and-the-epic-journey/

E. H. Timms wrote “Never Underestimate Little Old Dolls” https://thinkingthinking123.blogspot.com/2022/11/flash-fic-challenge-never-underestimate.html

And Mike Mayak (that’s me!) wrote “The Death of Ezekiel Pink” https://authorjeffbaker.com/2022/11/08/the-death-of-ezekiel-pink-flash-fiction-draw-challenge-story-poem-for-november-2022-by-jeff-baker/

My thanks to our contributors and the wonderful variety they provided!

Ess you here next month, same draw time, same draw channel!

(I’ve always wanted to say that!)

——–mike

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Rainbow Snippets: David R. Slayton’s “Deadbeat Druid.” November 13, 2022—-Jeff Baker

Every week we post six lines from a work of ours, a work-in-progress or published or a recommendation of someone else’s work with at least one LGBT character. Posted at Rainbow Snippets here: https://www.facebook.com/groups/963484217054974

This week, I’m posting a few lines from my friend David R. Slayton’s latest novel “Deadbeat Druid” https://www.blackstonepublishing.com/deadbeat-druid-dh0x.html latest of three books he’s published about Adam Binder. We do a lot for the people we love. In this book, Adam Binder may literally have to go to Hell…

Here’s the link to David’s website: https://davidrslayton.com/ And here’s the snippets, maybe a line over six but the opening is so cool!

Death looked up from beneath a broad sun hat. Like she needed it. As if anything in the cosmos could touch her.

“Adam Lee Binder,” she said in a thick southern drawl. “As I live and breathe.”

“Do you?” he asked. “Live and breathe, I mean.”

Well, on that cheery note (and with snow headed my way!) I bid you farewell for this week! ——-jeff

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