From Here To Eternity, Or Nine Years At Least! Friday Flash Fics from Jeff Baker. (May 23, 2025)

From Here To Eternity Or Thereabouts Friday Flash Fics 9th Anniversary Story

by Jeff Baker

Geoff found Scott, his teen-age son looking through an old box of photographs in the back room.

“I didn’t know anybody still had these!” Scott said, holding up a black-and-white snapshot.

“Oh yeah,” Geoff said. Some of those are pretty old, too.” He walked over and examined the photo. “My gosh, that’s my Grandparents and my Mom when she was little!”

Geoff took the picture and stared with a wistful grin. “You would have liked my Grandparents.”

“I bet I would have!” Scott said. “You know, I thought you’d have these digitized by now.”

“Most of them we have,” Geoff said. “But we keep the originals and the negatives.”

“What’s ‘negatives?’” Scott asked innocently.

“Um, that’s when you…” Geoff started to say.

“I know what negatives are!” Scott laughed.

“Good.” Geoff said. “Glad someone’s keeping the ancient knowledge alive.”

Geoff smiled to himself. He and Jer had the picture of them standing side by side grinning from their wedding framed and hanging next to a picture of the three of them with Scott after they’d adopted him. The wedding had been, what? Ten years ago? And they’d had Scott for six years. And in another year he’d be off to college.

“Hey, what’s this?” Scott pulled out a brown mailing envelope as big as a sheet of typing paper.

“Not sure,” Geoff said. “Open it up and see. Maybe…” His voice trailed off.

Scott pulled out three large black and white photographs of what looked like two twenty-somethings in swimming trunks lounging on the beach.

“Hey,” Scott said string at the pictures. “That’s you, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, it is.” Geoff said. “Right after college.”

“I didn’t know you were a model.” Scott said, looking at his dad in the black trunks, dark hair, built like a guy who played college baseball but wasn’t brawny.

“Just that once,” Geoff said. “Someone I went to school with told me about it. It was for an ad the local clothing store wanted for the newspaper, and I thought it would be fun.” He laughed and shook his head. “It wasn’t that fun!”

“What happened?”

“We took a bunch of pictures over on a sandbar in the river, and I guess they did the angle right so it looked like a beach on the ocean, not someplace in Kansas.” Geoff said.

“Who was the other guy?” Scott asked.

“Gary,” Geoff said, shaking his head. “Never gonna forget him. Conceited jerk. Talked about himself. About how he was going to have a modeling career. About how good he was in bed. Geez!”

“Sounds like a real putz!” Scott said.

“Yeah, he was.” Geoff said. “Anyhow, the guy directing the shoot wanted us to get over in the water like in ‘From Here To Eternity’ and Gary starts complaining because the water was cold!”

Geoff and Scott laughed.

“They didn’t use the water pictures anyway, but they did use, I think, that one.” Geoff pointed at the first picture. “Anyway, they cut us a couple of checks right there on the, uh, beach and Gary took his and left and that’s when the photographer said…”

“…said ‘What a jerk!’ And then said that not all the models are like that.”

Scott and Geoff turned. Geoff’s husband, Scott’s other Dad, Jer, was leaning against the door frame.

“And then you said, ‘I am really sorry about that guy. Maybe I could make it up to you with coffee someplace?’” Geoff said.

“And you said, ‘Yeah, sure. Just let me change.’ And I said ‘I actually like you like that,’ and I felt so embarrassed!” Jer said.

The three of them laughed.

“Coffee and exchanged numbers…” Geoff said.

“Yeah…” Jer said.

“What? Fifteen years now?” Geoff said.

“Pretty much!” Jer said. “Want some coffee?”

“Yeah.” Geoff said.

They walked towards the kitchen, hand in hand and Geoff called back at Scott.

“Enjoy the pictures!”

Scott smiled and rummaged through the photographs and the memories.

—end—

So Nine Years! Wow! I’ve been doing these near-weekly stories since about May 25th, 2016. I wrote an essay for QueerSciFi that says more about all that! Here it is: https://www.queerscifi.com/400-i-cant-believe-it-either-jeff-baker-boogieman-in-lavender-may-12-2025/

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April/May 2025 Progress Report (Not Much!) From Jeff Baker. (May 20, 2025)

Progress Report April/May 2025 from Jeff Baker

Again for this period not a lot of progress to report writing-wise.

Wrote the regular flash fictions, including one for my 9th anniversary of the near-weekly stories and an extra or two.

Really didn’t work on any of the full-length stories I have in the que, although I did read a couple of Roger Zelazny’s stories in preparation for writing a longer fantasy story set in a mythic world.

Also reading a vampire novel to review it for a Queer sci-fi column.

That’s about it for now!

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Reading Report: April/May 2025 from Jeff Baker. With Some Horror MAYhem! (May 20, 2025)

Reading Report: April/May 2025

I’ve found this period I did more reading away from the house: at the laundromat and at the repair shop. Twice. (Low tires.)

Read Robert W. Chambers’ story “The Tomb of Samaris.” (Actually several chapters in his novel “The Tracer Of Lost Persons.”) First time I’d read any of the original Mr. Keen stories although I had heard the radio show. It’s in the Oldstyle Press Tales edition of Chambers’ “The King In Yellow.”

I will add here that Grant Kellermeyer is not only a fine editor and fiction writer but his non-fictional prose is elegant. For example:

The ghastly garden of Chambers’ disappointing brief career as a horror writer is more dominated by suggestive buds than fruitful blooms. —-M. Grant Kellermeyer, The King In Yellow(2nd Edition) Oldstyle Tales Press.

Read “Dragon Moon” by Henry Kuttner, the last of his Elak Of Atlantis sword-and-sorcery stories, from 1941. I was going to use that for one of my Horror MAYhem stories, but it was more adventure than horror. (“Hey!” I hear readers cry: “What about that moment when Elak…” I’ll just let you read that for yourselves!)

Am planning a larger heroic (?) fantasy story, so I’m reading some of the best in preparation: Roger Zelazny’s stories about Dilvish the Damned. “Read Passage to Dilfar” and the novella “Tower Of Ice.” Zelazny was influenced by Clark Ashton Smith so I had to read some of these to get the flavor for my own story!

Quite the surprise to stumble across the anthology “Alien Pets” which I didn’t have, and find it has a story by Jack Williamson! “The Pet Rocks Mystery” is sweet and strange with plenty of desolate local color from Portales, NM. Didn’t know he’d written for one of those fun theme anthologies. Oh, the book is edited by Denise Little.

Started reading “Ship Of the Line,” one of C. S. Forster’s novels about Horatio Hornblower. Great fun!

I’m doing “Horror MAYhem; Decades Of Dread” and reading a bunch of horror short-stories in conjunction with a Book Tube event. As I end my reading period around the middle of the month, I’ll post my Horror MAYhem list as an addenda to this report towards the end of the month.

As part of that I read A. Merritt’s “The Woman Of the Wood.” I don’t think I’d read any Merritt before. His strength is in the poetry of his words, like “…as though the fire of the young Spring moon ran in her veins.” The horror comes, not from the supernatural but from the actions of the human beings in the story. That was my 1920s story.

For the 1940s, I read (re-read) “Call Him Demon” by Henry Kuttner and C. L. Moore. I’d first read it about thirty years ago, and while I remembered the last lines (and the references to several of the “Oz” books, not just the famous first one) I didn’t remember how the plot ended! Brrrr! It is a masterwork of horror, and like in “Woman Of the Wood,” the horror comes not just from the unearthly but from the human child’s actions.

I will mention I was reading both the above stories from the 1981 anthology “A Treasury Of Modern Fantasy,” edited by Terry Carr and Martin H. Greenberg. Concentrating on magazine fiction it is highly recommended. It has been republished as (“Masters Of Fantasy”) minus a couple of the stories and the book and story introductions which are highly informative.

For the 1860s I read Henry James’ “The Romance Of Certain Old Clothes.” I don’t think I’d ever read James before.

For the 1870s I read Ambrose Bierce’s early “The Haunted Valley” and found it largely meh with a couple of eerie moments. So I read his story “Chicamagua.” A true horror story about the real-life horrors of war and the innocence of a child.

A wealth of stories for the turn of the last century. I hadn’t read much Algernon Blackwood, so I took a friend’s recommendation and read “The Empty House from 1906.

And I’m reading “Vampires Anonymous” by Jeffrey N. MacMahan. On that one more, anon.

And a full list of my Horror MAYhem reading will be posted in a couple of weeks.

Just enough space to list my regular reading of J. Scott Coatsworth’s ongoing serial “Down the River.” As well as the weekly stories by Kaje Harper and E. H. Timms.

That’s about it for now!——-jeff baker, May 19, 2025

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“All Aboard” For Friday Flash Fics from Jeff Baker. (Gee, coming up with the headline this week was easy!) May 16, 2025.

Photo by Brent Silveria

All Aboard

by Jeff Baker

We’d been downstairs watching Uncle Cuthbert run his model train he had set up on the big table in his basement. Watching as it ran under the mountain and past the little row of storefronts. Then we heard our Mom call from upstairs and Uncle Cuthbert left us downstairs with the train which he had switched off.

That was when we heard the voice.

“Pssst! Hey! Up there! Look down here!”

My brother and I looked around (this was way before cellphones) andwe didn’t see anybody. My brother looked under the table and I bent down too.

“Up here! Up here!” That was the same voice again.

We were actually crawling under the table and stuck our heads up so we were actually at eye level with the top of the table where the train was when we saw the little man in the train’s passenger car waving at us, trying to get our attention.

“Yeah, me! Right here!” The little man in the train said.

He was proportioned perfectly to fit in the little passenger car or even sit down on the seats inside. He was dressed like a guy playing the town banker in an old cowboy movie. Grey suit, green vest, grey hat. Not a cowboy hat.

My brother and I looked from the train to each other then back again.

“We’ve got another message for the Big Guy,” the little man said. “Take this down.”

He reeled off a bunch of names and numbers as my brother grabbed a piece of paper and a pencil. He was the math whiz. I was into baseball. He wrote down a lot of stuff on both sides of the paper.

That was over thirty-five years ago. My brother inherited Uncle Cuthbert’s train set. That was when he started playing the stock market.

People wonder how my brother got so rich.

I know.

Me, I didn’t want anything to do with that little man on the train.

—end—

Here’s a link to more of Brent Silveria’s work: https://brentsilveria.com/?fbclid=IwAR2pfV2CGesFlv6v805kPXRmHBTWHGdfYGON4GDlgzlEfya9Vwi4WAUQpPk

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Flash Fiction Draw Challenge Results! May 2025!!!

Hi! I’m Mike, A.K.A. Jeff Baker.

The draws for the May 2025 Flash Fiction Draw Challenge were:

A Western

Set in A Palace

Involving a Director’s Chair

E. H. Timms wrote: “Behind Closed Doors.” https://thinkingthinking123.blogspot.com/2025/05/flash-fic-challenge-behind-closed-doors.html

And I wrote: “A Contest Of Principles.” https://authorjeffbaker.com/2025/05/11/a-contest-of-principles-flash-fiction-draw-challenge-story-from-mike-mayak/

Thanks for participating, and for reading and remember it’s never too late to write your own story, post it in the comments and I’ll link it here.

We’ll be back with another draw on June 8th, 2025.

Thanks again!

—–mike

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My May 2025 Queer Sci Fi Column.

Posting a link to my latest Queer Sci Fi column here: https://www.queerscifi.com/400-i-cant-believe-it-either-jeff-baker-boogieman-in-lavender-may-12-2025/

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“A Contest Of Principles.” Flash Fiction Draw Challenge Story from Mike Mayak

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A Contest Of Principles

by Mike Mayak

Dieter Leib walked over and plopped his director’s chair, decorated with the words “Leib’s Seat,” down at the far corner of the room and gestured at the two men in cowboy hats.

“Okay,” Leib said, “This could be the start of a new series. We’re just lucky we got the loan of an authentic Mexican palace to film this. But we only have it for a day. So you guys fake your big fight scene and try to do it in one take.”

Matty Barstow glared at Leib. “Fake?”

“As best you can.” Leib said. “Okay, quiet on the set.”

“Hey, is this the final scene?” Ross Scarman asked.

“Not by a long shot.” Leib said.

“Then which one of us wins the fight?”

“Which one of you is in the black hat?” Leib said.

“I coulda been in that new movie MASH,” Ross grumbled.

“And make sure you take the fight over past that big green window.” Leib said. “But don’t break it; it’s over a hundred years old. Okay, ready? Action!”

Leib nodded at the cameraman and the two actors in their cowboy outfits began fighting, obviously throwing punches, only half-trying to make it look real.

Leib sighed. “At least I’m not making porn anymore,” he thought.

The dusty light shone through the big green window as the two men stared at each other from across the table. One of them an American with piercing eyes, the other a younger Mexican man in an Army uniform.

“Senor, even if you are a reporter, even if you are a famous one, I cannot allow you to speak with Pancho Villa.”

“I came all the way from San Francisco to interview him,” the American said. “I’ll tell his story to everyone back in the U. S.”

“That is politics, Senor,” the man said.

“Politics: a strife of interests masquerading as a contest of principles,” the American said. “I wrote that. I have plenty of experience and people know my name when it appears in print.”

The other man laughed. “Who are you, Mark Twain?”

“Hardly,” the American said.

“Tell you what,” the man said. “Villa is not here but I will tell you where to find him, if you are that crazy.”

The American nodded.

“Cut!” Leib said, jumping up from his chair. “What kind of a fight is this anyway? Ross, you’re supposed to be underhanded, shifty. You move like a drugged porcupine. And Matty, if you’re going to hit the guy you need to get a little closer. You’re fighting a wild west desperado, one who probably killed the woman you love during a bank holdup. Show some more emotion. Some vitriol!”

“This plot went out with Tom Mix,” Ross said.

“Old-fashioned stuff is coming back,” Leib said. “I can feel it.”

While Leib was griping at his actors, Ernesto, the cameraman glanced around the big room, wondering what sort of things had happened there over the years. Certainly nothing comparing to shooting a not-big Hollywood movie.

“Senor, are you sure you want to do this?” the man asked the American who was sitting in the back of the wagon load of supplies.

“Where Villa goes, I go,” he said. “I’m over seventy. If I get stood up against a Mexican stone wall and shot to rags, well it beats disease or falling down the cellar stairs.”

The man in the uniform shrugged and waved at the driver who clicked at the horse and the wagon moved onward toward the distant battle that was aborning.

The American smiled. His own horse would be fine back at the palace. They would take good care of it. Besides, he himself probably couldn’t have found Villa, although it wouldn’t be the first battle he’d seen. “To be a gringo in Mexico, that is euthanasia,” he mused.

Leib sat down again and called for action.

Somewhere in the palace, the house echoed with the past.

—end—

AUTHOR’S NOTE: The draws for the May Flash Fiction Draw Challenge were: A Western, set in a Palace involving a Director’s Chair. I threw in the author of the Devil’s Dictionary and his mysterious disappearance for good measure.

—-mike

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“Your Favors Nor Your Hate.” Friday Flash Fics for May 9th, 2025 from Jeff Baker.

Your Favors Nor Your Hate

by Jeff Baker

“I didn’t know you could climb up here,” Rupert said.

“Yeah.” C. W. said. “Glad my Dad doesn’t keep track of the key.”

“Would you look at the view!” Rupert said, looking through the little window.

“Yeah, you can see the whole town,” C. W. said. “Nothing like a grain elevator to get you up in the world.”

“And you’re still working for your Dad here in town.” Rupert said.

“And you’re off in the big city,” C. W. said. “Wow.”

“Yeah.” Rupert said. “It’s not that big of a deal.”

“Not that big You’re making money hand over fist.” C. W. said.

“Just a matter of getting yourself in the right place and going for it.” Rupert said. “Seeing an opportunity and taking it.”

The opportunity, C. W. thought, that should have been his.

“Yeah.” C. W. said. “Some people get to do that. Hey, look over at the other wall. You can see all the way to Sumner City.”

He pointed and Rupert turned around, hanging on to the railing on the little catwalk that was all that separated them from the big space of the grain elevator.

A long way down.

“Yeah, I think I can almost see their water tower from here,” Rupert said squinting at the window on the opposite wall. “Hey remember when your brother got caught trying to climb up the water tower here? That’s when they put up all that barbed wire…”

C. W. remembered. And while Rupert was talking he was leaning. Maybe a bit too far.

It wouldn’t take much, just a shove…

C. W. just stood and stared. He couldn’t bring himself to risk going somewhere else for a job, couldn’t go for the opportunities, and he couldn’t do this.

What had his guidance counselor said? “Unmotivated.”

“Hey,” Rupert said, turning to C. W. and grinning. “I bet old man Meyerbeer still has that ice cream stand open. It’s not too late. My treat.”

C. W. faked a smile and nodded. “You can afford it.”

As they clamored down the stairs, C. W. imagined screwing up his courage and asking his Dad for a raise.

—end—

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Flash Fiction Draw Challenge Draws For May 2025 from Mike Mayak. Lights, Camera, Action In A Palace! (May 5th, 20025)

Here’s the draws for the May 2025 Flash Fiction Draw Challenge. Followed by my usual long-winded explanation:

A Western

Involving A Director’s Chair

Set at A Palace

Now, on to the details.

Hi! I’m Mike Mayak, I also write as Jeff Baker and I’m the current moderator for the monthly Flash Fiction Draw Challenge, which was started by ‘Nathan Burgoine a few years ago and carried on by Cait Gordon and Jeffrey Ricker. It’s a monthly writing challenge mainly for stress-free fun that anyone can play.

Here’s how it works: the first Monday of every month I draw three cards; a heart, a diamond and a club. These correspond to a list naming a genre, a setting and an object that must appear in the story. Participants write up a flash fiction story, 1,000 words or less, post it to their website and link it here in the comments. I’ll post the results (including, hopefully, one of my own!) on the blog.

As I’m no good making videos I did the drawing offstage. So, the results were the Ten of Hearts (a Western), the Five of Diamonds (a Palace) and the Nine of Clubs (A Director’s Chair.)

So we will write a western, set in a palace, involving a director’s chair.

We’ll have the results here in this same space around Monday May 12th, 2025.

So, get to writing and I’ll post the results next week! And I’m putting the 2025 Flash Draw sheet at the end of this message, again! (* indicates those have been used.)

Thanks for playing, and I’ll see you in about week!

And have fun!

——mike

Here’s the list:

Flash Draw Sheet for 2025 (“*” indicates prompt has been used.)

Clubs

A A Rusted Knife

*2 A Set of Stereo Speakers

3 A Spare Tire

4 A Moldy Wig

5 A Clown Costume

6 A Bowl Full Of Jelly

7. A Circus Poster

*8 A Bottle Of Poison

*9 A Director’s Chair

10 A Bicycle

*J A Hair Sofa

Q A Crystal Ball

*K A Set of Leg Irons

Hearts

A A Mystery

2 A Fairy Tale

*3 A Caper Story

4 A Horror Story

5 A Fantasy

6 Science Fiction

7. A Comedy

*8 A Paranormal Story

*9 A Shaggy Dog Story

*10 A Western

J A Romance

Q A Cyberpunk Story

*K Historical Fiction

Diamonds

A A Swimming Pool

2 A Pool Hall

3 A Space Station

4 An Olympic Stadium

*5 A Palace

6 A Trolley

*7 A Synagogue

8 A Library

*9 A Race Track

* 10 A Line Outside a Theater

J The Empire State Building

Q A Convenience Store

*K The Australian Outback.

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Rainbow Snippets: M. D. Neu’s “Miss Vina Volaria” in “Romance Is A Drag.” May 4th, 2025.

Kitty Ebbet enjoyed the book but he thinks a Rainbow Snippet sounds like something fun to chase across the floor…

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

I actually intended to post this one a week or so ago, but I got busy (read “lazy”) so I’m doing it now. It’s snippets from another fine story from the Own Voices anthology “Romance Is A Drag,” which we sampled before. https://www.jscottcoatsworth.com/book/romance-is-a-drag-anthology/ The story, “Miss Vina Volaria,” by M. D. Neu, finds drag performer Pailo en route to his next gig. But his ports of call include the Moon and Mars.

Oh, and there’s one other thing…

Here’s our first snippet…

He needed to arrange his trip correctly to ensure the Mars crossing went smoothly. He didn’t want to have the voyage near his transition time.

Those days can be a bitch when you’re traveling. And not nearly as fun.

Fortunately for him, his Lycan Circadian Cycle was every five weeks. He knew other lycan that weren’t so lucky—having their cycles sometimes three and a half, or even three, weeks apart.

Here’s one more snippet, and yes the italics in the story are his not mine.

That would suck, especially if you had to make the Mars crossing often.

He scanned his VIS Sheet again, calculating the math in his head, ensuring his trip would be after his mandatory time at the Lunar Lycan Reserve. He didn’t need to double check the schedule, since his Tappy managed to track such things for him, but still he didn’t want to rely on technology for such an important and personal bodily function.

And that’s our snippets for this week, I’ll see you next time!

—-jeff

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