I have been working in business for over forty years and now have the time to work in special areas of interest. My passion has always been to create compelling stories of fiction. I have authored six novels and am working on my Seventh. The first novel is still in manuscript form and being utilized as a door stop in the laundry room. The second is a contemporary fiction novel of 89,000 words and is complete and I am currently seeking a publisher. I also write poetry but have not had the guts to share any with anyone. The one time I read a piece to a person their only comment was, “it doesn’t rhyme.” I will continue to write and hopefully my blog, Fiction Favorites at www.johnwhowell.com will provide some entertainment and an interesting thought or two.
I live in the Austin area with my wife Molly and an assortment of loving pets.
“I heard Friday.” “You didn’t, Little One. That was an auditory hallucination. It’s Wednesday” “Sure sounded like Friday.” “Hallucinations are like that.”
It is Wednesday Story Time again, and last week our team found some ashes at the warehouse. It was a Chick-Fil-A receipt. After a thorough search of the warehouse, nothing else was found. I see the group heading for the Chick-Fil-A. If we hurry, we can get there about the same time.
“Okay, guys. We need to have a little plan here.”
“I agree, Larry. We can’t go in and show badges and expect anyone to remember anything.”
“How about I stay out here and sample the sandwich.”
“Nice try, Andrew. Come to think of it, why don’t we get with the manager and quietly explain the situation and then interview the employees out here.”
“Good idea, Larry.”
“Thanks, Mike.”
“Could we at least get a coffee?”
“Sure, Andrew. We will need to order something anyway so as not to attract attention.”
“That’s pretty funny. Three guys who look like they just stepped out of central casting of the Untouchables are trying not to attract attention.”
“Glad you get a laugh out of this, Andrew. Let’s go.”
“Right behind you.”
“Yes, sir, welcome to Chick-Fil-A. How may I serve you?”
“Uh, three coffees and some information.”
“Yes, sir. Anything else.”
“Yes. Is the manager in?”
“I’m the manager. Name is Tony.”
“Okay, Tony. My name is Larry, and I’m with the Boston Police Department. The guy behind me is Agent Moore with the FBI. The guy behind him is Andrew Cummings with the Boston Police department.”
“I-is something wrong?”
“No, Tony. Everything is fine, but we need to talk to you privately about a case we are working on.”
“Case? I-I’m not sure what you mean?”
“Don’t worry, it doesn’t involve you. We have some suspects that we have reason to believe picked up food here yesterday, and we would like to talk to you and your employees. Perhaps they know something.”
“I-I’m not sure the company would like me talking to you without their knowledge.”
“Can you call someone to get permission?”
“Yes, I can. Do you have some identification?”
“We each have cards and badges.”
“Give me your cards, and I will make the call. Here are your coffees.”
“Thank you, Tony. Here are the cards.”
“The coffee is on the house. I’ll be right back.”
“We’ll be outside. We would appreciate it if you could come out there.”
“No problem. I’ll meet you there.”
“Thanks. Tony. For the coffee and your cooperation.”
“I’m not sure he heard you. He was quick to move.”
“I’ll bet you a shot beer and a buck he’ll come back and ask us to contact his boss.”
“I don’t doubt that. If so, I’ll just get a warrant.”
“I would start working that now, Mike. Tony looks to be all of twenty, and if I were his boss, I would want him talking to us either.”
“I’m on it. Let’s go outside.”
“Come on, Andrew. Let’s enjoy this day and a fine cup of Arabica bean coffee.”
“Using this photo (below) as inspiration, write a short story, flash fiction, scene, poem; anything, really; even just a caption for the photograph. Either put it (or a link to it) in a comment or email it to me at keithchanning@gmail.com before 6pm next Sunday (if you aren’t sure what the time is where I live, this link will tell you). If you post it on your own blog or site, a link to this page would be appreciated, but please do also mention it in a comment here.
Go on. You know you want to. Let your creativity and imagination soar. I shall display the entries next Monday.”
I am so pleased to welcome Joan Hall to Fiction Favorites. Joan is a Member of Story Empire, and she has a brand new book to tell us about. So, Joan, the post is yours.
July 1969 – Apollo 11
Thank you for hosting me today, John. I’m delighted to be here to talk about my newest release.
House of Sorrow is a short-story prequel to my upcoming novel Cold Dark Night, book one of my Legends of Madeira series. It’s the story of Ruth Hazelton, a reclusive older woman who lives in a two-story Victorian house in the fictional town of Madeira, New Mexico. Ruth reflects on her life, particularly when she and her husband Lee first moved to town.
Most of the scenes occur in the late 1960s, so I included historical events into the story as well as a few personal memories.
You can’t talk about the late sixties without mentioning the space program, more specifically, the Apollo 11 moon landing in July 1969.
In the summer of 1969, many Americans were focused on one thing—the space program. An estimated 53 million households watched coverage of this mission beginning on July 16 when the Saturn V rocket blasted off from the Kennedy Space Center. An estimated 650 million viewers worldwide tuned in to watch the moon landing four days later.
Apollo 11 Astronauts Neal Armstrong, Michael Collins. and Buzz Aldrin (Public Domain)
I recall watching the launch on our family’s black and white television. The following day, my family left to visit family in Alabama. We were there when The Eagle landed on the moon.
Two things stand out in my mind about that day. The first was a brief visit to my Great Aunt Grace. I can still hear her say, “Well, they’ve landed on the moon.”
My other memory happened later that evening. While my father, uncle, and grandfather tuned in to watch Neil Armstrong, I sat outdoors with my mom, aunt, and grandmother. I looked up to see the crescent moon and was in awe that people were really on its surface.
Both of those memories found their way into my story.
In 2015 my husband and I visited Washington, DC, and were able to see the Apollo 11 command module in the Smithsonian Air and Space Museum.
The Apollo 11 Command Module
In House of Sorrow, Ruth follows the Apollo mission from liftoff to splashdown. On the afternoon of July 20, she visits Margaret Bell, an elderly Madeira resident and stepdaughter of the original owner of Ruth’s Victorian house.
Part of the scene with Margaret is a tribute to my grandfather. He was born in 1884 and saw a lot of changes in his life, including watching men walk on the moon.
Excerpt:
“T minus sixty seconds and counting… Ten, nine, ignition sequence start… six, five, four, three, two, one, zero. All engines running… Liftoff. We have a liftoff, thirty-two minutes past the hour. Liftoff of Apollo 11.”
Ruth’s pulse quickened as the Saturn V rocket ascended from the Kennedy Space Center. This was it. America’s first mission to land on the moon. She couldn’t help but think of President Kennedy. It was rather bittersweet he didn’t live to see his dream fulfilled.
Over the next few days, she kept abreast of the events as they unfolded. The docking of the command and lunar modules, the first lunar orbit, the separation of the Eagle as the astronauts prepared to descend to the surface of the moon.
On the afternoon of July 20, she made a rare Sunday visit to Brookdale. Margaret hadn’t been feeling well on Friday. But Ruth needn’t have worried. When she arrived, her friend was sitting in a chair watching television.
Her eyes brightened as Ruth entered the room. “They’ve landed on the moon.”
“Amazing, isn’t it?”
“I never imagined living long enough to see something like this. Didn’t dream of it happening. We rode in horses and buggies when I was a little girl.”
“Going to the moon would have been unfathomable even twenty years ago.”
“I’ll never forget my first automobile ride.” Margaret chuckled. “I was scared to death. Now we have supersonic jets and rockets that can take men over two hundred thousand miles in a matter of days.”
***
Ruth stood in her front yard, looking up at the crescent moon.
I can’t believe men are up there.
She half expected Sam to join her outside, especially if he saw her. The curtains on his living room window were open, revealing Sam in his favorite chair before the TV. Even he couldn’t resist watching.
Lee called from the porch. “You’re going to miss it. They’re getting ready to leave the lunar module.”
“I’m coming!” She hurried inside the house to join her husband. They watched as Neil Armstrong began to descend the ladder of the lunar module.
The voice from mission control. “Okay, Neil, we can see you coming down the ladder now.”
“I’m at the foot of the ladder… I’m going to step off the LEM now.”
Ruth thought her excitement level had been high during the launch, but it was in overdrive as Armstrong took the historic first step on the surface of the moon.
She and Lee toasted the event with champaign. America had reason to celebrate. The Apollo mission was a bright spot in an otherwise tumultuous time.
Blurb:
Dream home or damned home?
Ruth Hazelton is over the moon when her husband Lee agrees the nineteenth-century Victorian in Madeira, New Mexico, is the perfect home for them. While he starts his new job as police chief, she sets about unpacking and decorating.
But it’s not long before Ruth needs more. She becomes a fixture in the community, making time for everyone, volunteering, hosting events—she’s every bit the social butterfly her husband is not. Through her friendships, she learns several former residents of her home met with untimely deaths. If she were superstitious, she might fear a curse, but such nonsense doesn’t faze her.
Until the unthinkable happens.
Now, as the end of Ruth’s life draws near, she must find a way to convey her message and stop the cycle to prevent anyone else from suffering in the house of sorrow.
This list was originally posted on April 27th, 2015. Since I have violated many of the suggestions here and have been banned from grocery shopping as well as laundry, I thought a review would be in order. I hope you like it.
This list is inspired by my spouse tapping to do the grocery shopping while she was on a trip. It is true in our house, our chores are divided according to talent. I have no talent in the area of grocery shopping. I cook competently and do dishes (uh, load the dishwasher). I also do not do laundry and not because I have a problem doing it. At one time, we had pink towels and sheets from formerly white is the main reason for being banned from the laundry.
Top Ten Things Not to do If You are Designated Fill in Shopper
The major tenant. If you are asked to shop, do not buy anything that is not on the list. If you do, at best, you will be making a return trip for the returns. At worst, you will need to attend a special class run by your spouse on the principle of wasting money.
10 If you are asked to shop, do not think you are empowered to substitute items on the list. If you do, at best, your substitutions will be a welcome change. At worst, you will have selected a form of something that the entire family has gotten sick after eating one time before. (Pureed squash is never a good idea, Sam.)
9 If you are asked to shop, do not fail to turn in the coupons. If you do, at best, you will be allowed back in the house. At worst, you and the coupons will be making another trip to the store for a refund as well as attending that special class on wasting money. (Take plenty of notes, Nerd.)
8 If you are asked to shop, do not go to a different store without permission. If you do, at best, some of the items will be unavailable. At worst, there will be a big difference in the prices, and your bill will be above the all-time high that will not be a good thing. (That second job is going to be a pain, Pal.)
7 If you are asked to shop, do not think you can ignore the recyclable bags just this once. If you do, at best, you will be able to stuff the plastic into the trash without being caught. At worst, you will be subjected to another long class dealing with the evils of the plastic bag and their effect on the environment. (You may even be sent on a plastic bag scavenger hunt, Herb.)
6 If you are asked to shop, do not think your newness will excuse you from checking out in the express lane when clearly you have more than the required items. If you do, at best, a few people will glower and may even say something. At worst, you will be recognized and reported to your spouse with the resulting discussion on proper store protocol. (Going home will not be pleasant, Buba.)
5 If you asked to shop, do not think you can pack bags like the store personnel. If you do, at best, you will have overstuffed bags. At worst, you might have several bags break in the parking lot, causing a loss of the items that, as reminded by store personnel, are after the fact payment-wise. (No refunds on broken jars of pasta sauce, Ferd.)
4 If you are asked to shop, do not go to the store hungry. If you do at best, you will only buy one or two extra things. At worst, you will have to explain the extra bags of groceries, including what will look like a year’s supply of beef jerky. (Have some more jerky stew, Bub.)
3 If you are asked to shop, do not take any of your friends with you. If you do, at best, you will have unexplained extra stuff in your order. At worst, your friends will talk you into hosting a poker game this week, and you’ll have bought all the snacks and beer. (The explaining of this phenomenon will be the challenge of the year)
2 If you are asked to shop, do not offer to take the kids with you. If you do, at best will learn the meaning of the phrase “no good deed goes unpunished.” At worst, you will have forgotten half the items on the list in addition to buying several impulsive things that the kids will be forbidden to eat. (Marshmallows in cereal is a no-no.)
1 If you are asked to shop, no matter how much you feel you are putting your life on the line, you cannot refuse. If you do, at best, you may hurt your spouse’s feelings. At worst, you will be the cause of a relatively significant family argument that won’t end well in terms of the next time you need a favor. (You should have learned this lesson long ago.)
It is Stream of Consciousness Saturday,, and I started walking to the store when a letter came floating down and landed with a soft swoop sound on my sidewalk. I noticed the return address had Linda Hill’s name,, so I scooped it up and opened it immediately. To my surprise, it contained the following prompt. “Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “oop.” Find a word with the “oop” sound in it and use it in your post. Enjoy!”
To quote Gomer Pyle, “Gollieeee Sargeant.”
If you would like to join this group of fun seekers just visit Linda’s blog and read how easy it is. Here is the link.
“Twiggy. What are you doing?” “Catching a few rays before the snowstorm.” “Very funny. It’s going to be in the 80s today.” “You never know lately.”
Here it is, Friday already. I did not get half of what I wanted to accomplish this week accomplished. Well, maybe half is an exaggeration. I had to make a list of what I did accomplish to keep myself from thinking I wasted the week. No surprise, the list was gratifying. I think the problem is I have been stymied on the WIP, and so I haven’t produced the word count that I originally planned. These things do happen, so I’ll just shrug it off and try to do better next week. Besides, I have not gotten one call from the commercial editor at Simon and Shuster demanding the manuscript and threatening my million dollar advance. So why sweat it?
Yesterday was the official Earth Day. I will still be celebrating Earth Day on my post on Sunday. We have a Question Find It scavenger hunt going on, and we need to wrap it up. There are five more stops to go. Also, I have invited Kid Rock to join us. He’s going to do “All Summer Long while you eat the sumptuous brunch that will be served.
This week’s JohnKu talks about what to do when faced with not accomplishing what you set out to do. I hope you all have a great weekend.
“Hey, Twiggy. What are you doing?” “Waiting for Friday.” “Okay then.”
It is Wednesday Story Day again, and last week, we all broke into the warehouse only to find one guy who had been left behind. We don’t know why he was left, but he has been taken into custody and is being questioned. Since he is part of the Cortez mob, we can’t expect too much information from him. So that leaves us with solid detective work as to where the other Cortez folks are headed. I see Agent Moore is calling one of his associates. Let’s go and listen in.
“Yeah, Charles. Take a look at all the street cameras around this warehouse. See if you can find any car or truck leaving here. Yes, the direction would be helpful as well. Okay then. Call when you have something.”
“He doesn’t have anything?”
“A bit early. Unlike TV shows, it takes a while to access traffic cams. He’ll get back as soon as he has anything.”
“I have a suggestion.”
“Yes, Larry, what is it?”
“We should comb this place thoroughly and see if we can turn up anything useful. Has anyone checked the SUV?”
“We have the crime guys heading this way.”
“I mean, has anyone taken a look inside?”
“Good question. Let me find out. Sampson is outside. Patrol one, this is Moore.”
“Patrol One, go ahead.”
“Has anyone looked in the SUV?”
“Affirmative. Nothing there.”
“Roger that. We are going to have a look around in here.”
“The lab guys are due any minute.”
“Understood. Just a quick look. Anything out of our shooter?”
“Nope. He’s like a clam. We have him in the back of a patrol car.”
“Just make sure he is secure.”
“Not to worry. He’s not going anywhere.”
“Thanks, Patrol one. Moore out. Okay, Larry, let’s have a look.”
“I don’t know what they did in this warehouse, but it is pretty empty.”
“See if that barrel had anything in it.”
“Nope, nothing in it. Looks like they used it as a burn barrel. You got a light?”
“Yeah. Let me look inside. Hey, look at the bottom. Some ashes.”
“Wait.”
“What, Andrew?”
“Don’t disturb those.”
“Why not?”
“We might be able to figure out what they were burning in there.”
“Couldn’t be much. There are very few ashes.”
“Let me look?”
“See on top. There is some kind of receipt. You can almost read it. One thing about ashes is you don’t stir them they pretty much keep the characteristic of the original. I’ll be damned.”
“What?”
“It is a fast-food receipt.”
“They had a delivery?”
“Or picked up. Hold on. Yup, it looks like a Chick-Fil-A. Let me get closer.”
“Don’t fall in.”
“Thank you, Larry, but I’m safe.”
“Wasn’t worried about your safety. Just didn’t want you landing on the evidence.”
“Yes, I can see the address. 1663 Route 35.”
“Got a credit card number?”
“Smartass. I do have a date, though. It was yesterday. All we have to do is go there and check the records, and maybe just maybe somebody will know something.”
