Sixteen Things I Learned During the Big Heat Wave. Cool Off With Friday Flash Fics for August 26, 2022 by Jeff Baker.

Sixteen Things I Learned During the Big Heat Wave

by Jeff Baker

(August 21, 2022)

1.) Relatives are nothing but trouble, even if they pay you money.

2.) Sometimes, when your Aunt rents out rooms in her big old house, it’s good that she won’t rent one to you.

3.) A cramped, dump of a trailer is better than living with your Mom.

4.) Even when you grew up in Kansas, summer heat can be HOT!

5.) Never give your Mom your phone number.

6.) Don’t let people know you have a pickup truck.

7.) When your Aunt offers you money to go get gasoline, tell her you’re busy.

8.) Sometimes, when you haul a can of gasoline upstairs to the Spanish guy your Aunt rents the room to, you find he’s kind of hot, too.

9.) Some people are crazy enough to have their own gas-powered air-conditioner in their room to keep their room really, really cool. But sane enough to pipe the exhaust outside. (Probably because he’s a doctor.)

10.) If you have the hot girl from work at your place one evening, your Mom and your Aunt will both call.

11.) If you have the hot girl from work at your place one evening, shut off your phone.

12) Be honest about your inability to fix a broken air-conditioner, especially a jury-rigged air-conditioner with the guy in the bathroom swearing in Spanish.

13.) When your Aunt offers you money to go get a lot of ice, say yes.

14.) Strange doctor disappears from your Aunt’s apartment, play dumb when the police come over.

15.) When your Aunt offers you free cable to stay in her freshly-vacated apartment, say yes again.

16.) Sometimes after you mop up the floor of your new apartment, it’s okay to go out and burn the mop. Even during a heat wave.

—end—

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Having done a riff on one of my favorite fantasy writers last week, I decided to do a riff on the other one. Inspired by the current heat wave.

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“Sushi.” Rainbow Snippets for August 20, 2022 from Jeff Baker.

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Every week we post six lines from a work of ours, a work-in-progress or a work of someone else’s that has at least one LGBT character, posted on the Rainbow Snippets page, here: https://www.facebook.com/groups/RainbowSnippets/permalink/7790368677699793 This is another very recent story from my blog, written for the August Flash Fiction Draw Challenge where the prompts were selected by card draw: A Paranormal story, set in an abandoned grade school involving a stuffed toy octopus. https://authorjeffbaker.com/2022/08/14/going-to-school-with-a-paranormal-octopus-results-for-the-august-flash-fiction-draw-challenge-august-15-2022/

And it just hit me; August 20th is the birthday of H. P. Lovecraft. Perfect day for a paranormal tale with an octopoid image…

“I haven’t seen her in years. I was blocked from her perception for a while.” Becky said.

“Damn shame when a toy squid blocks you,” Doug said, leaning against the wall grinning, looking good (Ray thought) in jeans and a t-shirt.

Becky ignored him, holding her hand above the counter where the teacher had kept the terrarium and a set of encyclopedia.

Becky had stopped at the far end of the counter and reached into the top drawer, pulling out a paper bag.

“Sushi.” Becky breathed pulling a small, plush toy octopus out of the bag.

Well, that’s it for this week! Take good care, everybody!

———-jeff

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Someone’s Not at the Door for Friday Flash Fics: “2B or Not 2B” by Jeff Baker. August 19, 2022.

2B or Not 2B

by Jeff Baker

“So, you gonna call the Super?” Horacio was sitting at the counter in Apt. 2B of the Elsinore Apartments munching the last of a bowl of chips. “I mean if the speaker in my apartment was going off at all hours and nobody was downstairs, I would.”

“I tried leaving a message,” Hammie said. He was tall, pale, skinny and brooding. Horacio was short, dark and muscular. Hammie thought he looked good.

“That damn thing keeps waking me up in the middle of the night,” Hammie said, pointing at the speaker in the wall by the apartment door. “Stuff about my Mom fooling around. Well, Dad’s been gone a year. She’s entitled. Even if the guy was Dad’s brother.”

“Half-Brother,” Horacio said, feeling under the counter for another bag of chips. “You sure you aren’t dreaming all of this? You’ve been working those double-shifts you know.”

“I know, but I was wide-awake last night when the speaker went off,” Hammie said.

“Yeah…but…that…ummfh…” Horacio had found the unopened bag of chips and was trying to pull it open. “…doesn’t mean you…umffh…weren’t…”

“Here,” Hammie said, reaching under the counter and pulling out a letter opener shaped like a small sword. “Anyway, I’m going to talk to my Mom.” He waved the letter opener in the air before handing it to Horacio. “I would speak daggers to her but use none. Here, use this.”

“Thanks,” Horacio said. “I still say you…”

There was a metallic buzz from the door. Hammie rushed to the speaker and pressed the button.

“Yeah?” He said.

The reply was a sepulchral voice.

“Hammie Dane, by my prophetic soul, even as we speak your Mother lies with your own Uncle Claude. The same Claude Duke who foully murdered me. Avenge me, Hammie Dane! Avenge me!”

The speaker clicked and went silent.

Hammie and Horacio both recognized the voice of Hammie’s late father.

Horacio handed his friend the dagger.

—end—

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Going to School With a Paranormal Octopus: Results for the August Flash Fiction Draw Challenge. August 15, 2022.

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The draws for the August 2022 Flash Fiction Draw Challenge were:

A Paranormal Story

Set in an Abandoned Grade School

Involving a Stuffed Octopus

E. H. Timms wrote “Lost and Found.” https://thinkingthinking123.blogspot.com/2022/08/flash-fic-challenge-lost-and-found.html

And I wrote “Sushi.” https://authorjeffbaker.com/2022/08/14/flash-fiction-draw-challenge-story-for-august-2022-sushi-by-jeff-baker-august-14-2022/

Anyone wants to write one, feel free! There’s no real deadline and I’ll add the stories here!

Thanks to all our contributors!

I’ll do the next draw September 5th, 2022.

See you ’round!

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Flash Fiction Draw Challenge story for August 2022: “Sushi,” by Jeff Baker. (August 14, 2022.)

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Sushi

by Jeff Baker

“She’s in here. I can tell.” Becky said, looking tall in her green dress, contrasting with the dark hallways the three of them had just walked through.

The classroom was dingy and smelled. The old school building had been closed off, but Ray had the key. He looked around. How long since this room had been used? Or the windows had been washed?

Becky darted over towards the row of drawers with the counter top under the windows, moving through the rows of non-existent desks.

“I haven’t seen her in years. I was blocked from her perception for a while.” Becky said.

“Damn shame when a toy squid blocks you,” Doug said, leaning against the wall grinning, looking (Ray thought) good in jeans and a t-shirt.

Becky ignored him, holding her hand above the counter where the teacher had kept the terrarium and a set of encyclopedia.

“Here…no…here…no…here. Yes.” Becky had stopped at the far end of the counter and reached into the top drawer, pulling out a paper bag.

“Sushi.” Becky breathed pulling a small, plush toy octopus out of the bag.

“Sushi,” Doug said with a wry grin. “I remember her dragging that around with her everywhere.”

“Yeah, then one of her teachers said it was time for her to stop playing around and she took it from her.” Ray said. “Right before her Dad got transferred out of town.”

“We’re together again,” Becky said. “We are whole.”

“She’s gettin’ spooooooo-kyyyyyy” Doug said, what he’d said when they were in grade school together. Somehow, Becky had known things she couldn’t possibly have known.

They hadn’t imagined that when she got back into town fifteen years later, Ray would be on the board that replaced the old grade school with the big one down the street.

She’d insisted they come back to the old school and find their old classroom.

And now she stood there with her old toy and looked into its plush eyes and then smiled.

“And right now I can see that you and Doug aren’t really related,” she said. “Your parents never told you…they paid someone for Doug when he was a baby.”

Doug and Ray stared at her, then at each other.

“So it won’t be forbidden love anymore.” Becky said.

“Hey, wait!” Ray said. “My brother and I aren’t. I mean, we never…”

Becky smiled.

“I can see what is underneath, remember?”

“Yeah,” Doug said.

“The night before I got here you were talking about getting married if you could.” Becky said. “Well, now you can.”

The two young men stared at each other with dawning realization and broadening smiles.

The stuffed octopus smiled its secret octopus smile.

—end—

AUTHOR’S NOTE: The draws for this month’s Flash Fiction Draw Challenge were; a paranormal story, set in an abandoned grade school involving a stuffed octopus. This is what I came up with. See you next month!

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Rainbow Snippets for August 14, 2022: “The Lake at Evening,” by Jeff Baker

Every week we post six lines from a work of ours, a work-in-progress or a work of someone else’s that has at least one LGBT character, posted on the Rainbow Snippets page, here: https://www.facebook.com/groups/963484217054974 This is another one from a flash fiction picture prompt a few years ago which inspired a story called “The Lake at Evening,”https://authorjeffbaker.com/2019/06/23/the-lake-at-evening-friday-flash-fics-for-june-21-2019-by-jeff-baker/ set on an alien world where the once a year receding of the lake makes it easy to walk to the island city and they have a festival. Even in the era of bridges and boat travel. It’s an annual event on this unnamed world with three moons which has fond memories for the two men watching from shore.

“Want to go over there?” Kendall asked. “Take in the city? Buy a couple of cheap souvenirs?”

I grinned. “Weren’t we just over there the other day?”

“Yeah, but this is tradition. And remember, we were both over there five years ago for the Festival?”

Okay, here’s a little more

I remembered. I’d been eating sanded lakefish, he’d just bought a mug or Sarga and asked if he could sit down at my table. We got to talking and had walked around the city, taking in the sights and the street shows. We’d kissed for the first time during the fireworks.

“Maybe tomorrow,” I said. “I like where we are right now.”

Yeah, “Awwwwww!” I love romantic stories! Even if I, again, re-defined the meaning of “six lines.” See you next week! ———jeff, 8/13/22

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Sunflowers. Be Careful With These! Friday Flash Fics by Jeff Baker. August 12, 2022.

Sunflowers

by Jeff Baker

The cloud moved from in front of the sun, spreading light and warmth on the suburban driveway. At the end of the drive stood the two tall sunflowers. The slightly taller of the two sent a thought to the slightly smaller one.

“I’ve been thinking.”

“Nothing else to do,” the smaller sunflower said.

“Here we are, Herodias, two powerful witches, long after death, rooted to the ground…” the taller sunflower said.

“Louhi, you know as well as I do there are far worse places to be.”

“As a Daughter of Hell, we both know that.” Louhi said.

“But how long will this last?” Herodias said. “A flower, even one such as this does not last past the Summertime. Then where will we be?”

“After all these centuries, all these reincarnations we have been fortunate to still be living things. Living things with even meager power.” Louhi said.

“If our next cycle makes us rocks we may be that way for eternity.” Herodias said.

“A cycle which may come soon if the fool in the metal carriage comes closer to us again. He nearly ran over us the other day.” Louhi said.

“Because he knows not our power.” Herodias said.

“The trick is knowing which sunflower is actually the witch.” Louhi said.

There was a rattling rumble from down the street.

“The carriage!” Louhi exclaimed in her inaudible voice.

“Quick!” Herodias said. “Concentrate. With me! Concentrate.”

In another moment, the approaching car gave a loud noise and stopped in the middle of the road, smoke pouring from under its hood.

The two sunflowers cackled with nobody to hear them.

“Listen, Herodias,” Louhi said. “The driver of the carriage is invoking the Damnable Names!”

“Maybe he will wind up growing beside us someday!” Herodias said.

The sunflowers began cackling again.

—end—

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August 2022 Flash Fiction Draw Challenge from Jeff Baker. August 8th, 2022.

First, let’s get to the prompts (a day late!) for August 2022. Then the usual explanation.

A Paranormal Story

Set in an Abandoned Grade School

Involving a Stuffed Octopus

Hi! I’m Jeff Baker. I also write as Mike Mayak.

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 (and hopefully have one of my own written!) the week of August 15th, 2022.

As I’m no good making videos I did the drawing offstage and the results were the Seven of Hearts (a Paranormal story), the Two of Diamonds (an Abandoned Grade School) and the Queen of Clubs (a Stuffed Octopus.)

So, get to writing and I’ll post the results next week!

Thanks for playing!

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Rainbow Snippets Rides “The Grey Ferris.” Jeff Baker, August 6, 2022.

Every week we post six lines from a work of ours, a work-in-progress or a work of someone else’s that has at least one LGBT character, posted on the Rainbow Snippets page, here: https://www.facebook.com/groups/963484217054974 I wrote this one from a flash fiction picture prompt a few years ago https://authorjeffbaker.com/2022/02/04/ride-the-grey-ferris-for-friday-flash-fics-by-jeff-baker-february-4th-2022/ and took the title from Ray Bradbury’s story “The Black Ferris.” We meet two teenagers on a Ferris Wheel at a county fair, and these snippets are a little more than six lines each.

“Okay,” Ross said. “In another minute, kiss me.”

“What? Are you crazy?” Burt said. “Your Mom and Dad are…”

“Sitting down in the beer garden,” Ross said. “In another minute, the Ferris wheel will turn enough that we’ll be hidden behind the building and nobody can see us.”

Here’s a little more.

“Do you love me?” Ross asked. His eyes were wide and his lower lip was shaking a little.

“Yeah, yeah I do.” Burt said. They’d never said that aloud before.

Ross’ Mom and Dad had driven the two teenagers over to the county fair. Neither of them had a car yet. Ross stretched his legs and Burt stared at his bluejeans-covered thigh.

That’s it for this week! Stay safe! —–jeff

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“The High Top” by Mike Mayak for Friday Flash Fics, August 5th, 2022.

(I put this week’s story under my pen-name “Mike Mayak” who hasn’t been getting enough attention lately.)

The High Top

by Mike Mayak

The customers stared as the two walked into the barbershop.

“Hey, guys,” Anthony said. “This is my friend Evidivis. He’s the exchange student my folks have living with us this semester.”

“Hello, friends,” Evidivis said, raising a hand and waving.

“Hi,” Mort the barber said.

“Evidivis came all the way from Banouthnian. That’s over past Arcturus.”

“Oh, yeah,” Marcellus, the assistant barber said from behind his barber chair. “My Dad had a run up there back when he was shipping.”

“Yeah, shipping along the spaceways.” That came from the man under the hot towel in Marcellus’ chair.

Evidivis was looking around the barber shop, his eyes full of excitement. He stood four-foot-eleven and was a pale green. His body and head were each round, giving him the look of a greenish snowman with thin, spindly legs, matching his long skinny arms. He was wearing shorts and a Monroe High t-shirt. His facial features looked human, except with large yellow eyes with cat-like pupils. There was a small fringe of black hair running from his forehead to the back of his neck.

Anthony Manuel stood five foot eight, had his hair done in a fade. He was a sophomore and was wearing the same Monroe High shirt as his friend. He had been coming into Mort’s since he was little.

“So, how do you like Earth?” Mort asked.

“Earth fine,” Evidivis said. “I make more friends here. Not have as many friends on home world.”

“How come?” Marcellus asked.”

“Aw, this sucks!” Anthony said. “You won’t believe this! Some people there say he’s the wrong shade of green.”

Evidivis shook his head. “That the way it is on home world. I not dark green like many others.”

“What’s that about?” Mort asked.

“On home world, dark green is considered the norm. They rule us for many years.” Evidivis said.

“Like the way they did it with us down here,” Marcellus said. “Long time before I was born.”

“Yeah, that’s what I was telling him,” Anthony said.

“You know my Grandfather’s Grandfather marched in what we call the rights wars over a hundred years ago,” Mort said. “Anything like that going on where you come from?”

“Not yet,” Evidivis said. “But there is talk. There is hope.”

“Good,” Marcellus said. “So, you want a trim while you’re waiting for equality?”

“Yes. I want that.” Evidivis said, rubbing the frizz of hair on his head. He grinned as he sat down in Mort’s chair.

“Just take a little off the top,” Evidivis said.

—end—

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Again, not the story I envisioned when I started writing. I guess the times influenced this one. And maybe Zenna Henderson’s classic story “The Closest School.”

—-mike, a.k.a. jeff

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