“Hi. I’m Bailey, and the canine sisters finally gave me an opportunity to say hello. The reason I’m here as you may guess is to let you know Pops is still not in a position to be roaming around the neighborhood taking photos. I think he could have done it this week, but I heard him say something like, “The only photo opportunities this week are of Labor Day tourists and who wants to see those?” So, I was nominated to come and explain. I think Pops also wanted to give me an opportunity which Twiggy and Lucy had earlier. I hope next week we will all be back to normal. At least from a blog sense. You see there is nothing normal about our house. With that I see Lucy giving me the high sign. Have a super day and Happy Labor Day tomorrow.
Tag: thriller fiction
Stream of Consciousness Saturday – Prompt – Round
Round about now it is Stream of Consciousness Saturday time again and this week’s prompt is “round.” There are bonus points available if you start and end the post with the word round or a word that contains round. Now you know why my first sentence looks so weird. If you would like to knock yourself out for things like bonus points, maybe you should join our gang. It’s easy. Go to Linda Hill’s blog to read how. Here is the link. https://lindaghill.com/2018/08/31/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-sept-1-18/
Round by John W. Howell © 2018
“I don’t get it.”
“What?”
“This thing that I ordered is supposed to be round.”
“That piece of wood?”
“Yeah. I specifically indicated on my order that it needed to be round.”
“So send it back.”
“Well, here’s the problem. It was custom engraved.”
“So you still should have a round one if that is what you ordered.”
“I suppose you are right. I just hate to go through the hassle of returning this one and then getting another.”
“I understand, but if it is not what you ordered, then they should make it right.”
Maybe I can make this one work.”
“Let me see it.”
“Here.”
“This is a square piece of wood that has been stained and finished and has the letters TOIT carved in the face.”
“Beautiful right?”
“Yes, it is gorgeous. What does it mean?”
“You know when you ask someone to do something?”
“Yes.”
“And they give you the old, “Yeah when I get around to it.”
“Like in the machine shop.”
“Exactly. I want to buy this thing and give it to the foreman.”
“Oh. You mean the round wood with TOIT carved in the face.”
“So when he gives me the old line I would hand him the round piece of wood and say, “Here is a round TOIT. Now get busy.”
“That is fabulous, and no a square TOIT just won’t cut it.”
“I see that now. So I will reorder.”
“Good idea. One more thing.”
“Yeah, what’s that.”
“When you hand that round TOIT to the foreman.”
“Yes.”
Make sure I’m around.”
Friday JohnKu – AKA – TGIF Bailey Visits
Another Friday is here and time to reflect on the week. I am happy to report the doc has released me to driving and outpatient physical therapy. This means that I hit all my mobility targets and am no longer on a walker. I still have a cane but expect that to go quickly. I am also pleased that I no longer need the pain meds and have a bit of a clearer mind. I am still not back to snuff on endurance so there might still be some photo opportunities that go by the wayside. We will just have to see. I know Bailey is a little put out she has not had a chance to stand in as a spokesdog. Perhaps this Sunday will be her turn.
Thank you all for your encouragement and good wishes. I can’t imagine how it would have been without you.
Today’s JohnKu talks about support. It is essential for all of us to help each other through those challenges that we are bound to face. Have a great weekend.
Support by John W. Howell © 2018
When the ocean turns,
From calm to deadly riptide. . .
A firm hand a joy.
A Little Personal – Tortured Soul by Staci Troilo – Book Launch
Normally we would have a little story about Bailey, Lucy, and Twiggy but as you know it is hard for me to get photos and do PT at the same time. I am so pleased to have Staci Troilo as a guest to give you some more information about her new book Tortured Soul. Thank you, Staci for appearing on Fiction Favories.
Hi, John. Thank you for offering to host me here today. I know you write thrillers, so I thought your readers might be interested in one of the many action-packed scenes in my latest release, Tortured Soul, the fourth and final book of the Medici Protectorate series. And here it is:
Coz gave Toni’s hand a reassuring squeeze, promised he’d hurry back, then joined his brothers to do a sweep of the property. He took one last glance up the hill toward the villa they’d just vacated. Their group had more than doubled since they’d arrived in Italy, yet that compound had housed them all comfortably. Hopefully, the next place would be as accommodating.
As he was about to look away, the sky glowed orange. A loud boom echoed in the valley. The air around him reverberated with it. A cloud of smoke billowed to the heavens from where their compound stood.
Probably more accurate to say from where their compound once stood. By the size of the explosion, it had likely been reduced to rubble.
Teresa dashed from the convent, and the Notaro women leapt from their cars. Carmen and his men sprinted over to them.
“Was that—?” Toni’s eyes were wide, her face pale, noticeable even in the darkness.
“The compound,” Coz confirmed. He didn’t understand how the blast had happened. They’d only just left. Surely they would have seen approaching traffic on the road or a drone overhead.
“Oh, my God.” Teresa made the sign of the cross.
“Mike. And Rico.” Toni grabbed Coz’s arm. “Do you think they got out?”
What could he possibly say to reassure her? The odds of Mike and Rico fighting off an attack on their own and escaping unscathed were slim.
He didn’t want to think about it.
By the strangled sound Toni made, she’d arrived at the same conclusion.
There you have it. The story pretty much starts with a literal bang and the action only ramps up from there. I put all these characters through hell before the end… and I can’t guarantee everyone makes it out alive.
Blurb:
Protection is safety. Until it stifles.
After months of clandestine battles, the Brothers of the Medici Protectorate finally know who is responsible for the assassination attempts on the Notaro family, the secret descendants of the Medici line. And they’ve never faced such a formidable foe.
Roberto Cozza–Coz–faces this new reality with surprising pragmatism. His powers may make the difference in winning their covert war–if only he can master them in time. It would just be so much easier if he could get his emotions under control, but neither his Brothers nor their charges are making things easy on him.
Toni Notaro appreciates the security provided by the Brothers, but she knows she has her own role to play–and it terrifies her. She is the missing link in Coz mastering his emerging abilities, yet she struggles to bridge the gap between what he needs and what she can offer.
As the Brotherhood hurtles inexorably toward the climactic final showdown, Coz and Toni must find the strength within themselves and each other to master the secrets of his powers, or risk death and defeat for all they hold dear.
Author Bio and Links:
Staci Troilo writes because she has hundreds of stories in her head. She publishes because people told her she should share them. She’s a multi-genre author whose love for writing is only surpassed by her love for family and friends, and that relationship-centric focus is featured in her work.
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Wednesday Story Day – AKA – Hump Day
” Psst. What day is it, Bailey?”
“Wednesday.”
“Hit snooze until Friday.”
Wednesday Story Day again and last week we saw Andrew let Paul take the tape to have it read at a supplier facility. Most of us wondered if that was such a good idea. Also, the cast seemed hell bent on getting something at the deli so none of us stepped up to question Andrew’s judgment. I’m pleased to say lunch hour is over and Paul is just getting to Larry’s office. Larry and Andrew had a nice Deli lunch and are just chatting when Paul comes through the door.
“Hey, guys.”
“Paul. Good to see you. Do you have any good news for us?”
“I do Andrew. Can I take a seat?”
“Of course, Paul. Excuse us. We seem to have lost our manners.”
“Since this is my office I will also ask if you would like some coffee.”
“Oh, No thanks, Larry. I just had an egg cream and am about to burst. Let me get the file out of my case.”
“Take your time Paul.”
“Yeah, Paul. We are actually on your time frame since you are the man of the hour.”
“Okay, you two. Let me cut to the chase. The tape I ran actually had a different file than the one currently in your records at the M.E.’s office.”
“Different how?”
“Here take a look. I brought two copies.”
“I have the one currently in the M.E.’s file.”
“Good, Larry. You guys can skip the first two pages because the two are identical. Turn to page three.”
“Oh my gosh. Here are all the notes that I made on the heart residue.”
“That’s right, Andrew. You said you had made additional comments and here they are.”
“You have two full pages of comments. I see you were of the belief that some kind of shock wave was used.”
“Notice I was careful not to say that was the definitive way the heart was destroyed.”
“I see that. You still believe that was the way, don’t you?”
“Off the record?”
“For heaven’s sake. Yes, off the record.”
“I do.”
“So why was it such a big deal to get our hands on this version of the autopsy?”
“So that we can establish a theoretical cause of death that was recorded at the time. This theoretical cause of death had a method that you have to admit was unusual.”
“To say the least.”
“So now all we have to do is figure out who might have the capability to explode a heart.”
“Don’t forget we need motive as well.”
“I think if we find out who can do the deed, then why will fall in pretty quickly.”
“Okay, now we have the file. Now what?
“We need to make sure it stays safe.”
“Hey, Paul.”
“Yes, Paula. I’ve been waiting to do that for years. Excuse me, Larry. What?”
“Did you make any copies of the backup while you were on the reader?”
“I sure did. I have a CD and thumb drive.”
“May I have them?”
“Uh. Sure. You don’t trust me?”
“I just would feel more comfortable if the chain of evidence is unbroken.”
“Yeah, okay. Here you go.”
“Thanks.”
“So Paul. I think we are done here.”
“Sure. If you need anything else let me know.”
“Will do, Paul.”
“Thanks, again, Paul.”
“You’re welcome, Andrew. Bye.”
*
“You were pretty rude to Paul.”
“Get over it, Andrew. We need to keep this pretty close to the vest. I don’t need an IT guy tweaking the file and losing the whole thing.”
You think he would do that?”
“Tweaking is in his DNA.”
“You’re the boss.”
Tuesday – Anything Possible – Kreative Kue # 189 by Keith Channing
In Keith’s words. “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, with links to your own blog or web site, next Monday.
The photo.
The Intern by John W. Howell © 2018
“So what is going on here?”
“What do you mean?”
“Who is this European looking woman?”
“She is my intern, Pasha.”
“Intern? Where is it written that you need an intern?”
“There is no writing as you well know. I just decided I needed a little help around here.”
“And so we are now deciding things without any advice from me?”
“I already know your advice. So rather than put you in a position of being wrong I proceeded to get an intern.”
“I suppose I should be grateful that you spared my feelings.”
“That is a good way to look at it. In fact, I think you owe me.”
“Owe you? Whatever for may I ask?”
“Keeping your manliness intact.”
“What if I forbid this intern thing?”
“Then you will have the embarrassing situation of what to do with a miscreant wife.”
“You would defy my wishes?”
“Oh no, my love. As long as you wished for anything other than the dismissal of the intern I would be pleased to fulfill them.”
“I’m confused.”
“A natural state of manhood my dear. Now run along and issue orders and demands of the livestock and leave Shirley and me to work.”
“Shirley? What kind of name is that?”
“She is from Long Island in the United States and is visiting our country for a few weeks.”
“Does she have a work visa?”
“Of course not, my dear. She is an unpaid intern. She does not need a work permit.”
“Where is her husband?”
“I think he went back to the US.”
“And left her here.”
“No. He ordered her to return with him.”
“And?”
“He is now faced with an embarrassing situation of what to do with a miscreant wife. There is a lesson here.”
“I will leave you two. Welcome to our family Shirley.”
Stream of Consciousness Saturday – Prompt – Notice
It is Stream Of Consciousness Saturday time again and this week’s prompt is, “notice.” Linda Hill says we can use “notice,” any way we want. If you would like to join in on the fun visit Linda’s blog and read how. Here is the link. https://lindaghill.com/2018/08/24/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-aug-25-18/
Notice by John W. Howell © 2018
“Would you look at this?”
“What?”
“This notice in the newspaper.”
“Let me see it.”
“Read that part about more taxes.”
“OMG. The county is raising the tax rate. Can they do that?”
“Yes, if they publish a notice they can.”
“Well, this looks like a notice to me. How about if we just ignore it.”
“Ignore it? Then what?”
“When it comes time to pay the taxes we’ll just say we never got the notice.”
“Doesn’t work that way.”
“Why not?”
“They posted a notice. Nowhere in the statutes does it say anyone has to read the notice.”
“That’s taxation without retnalization.”
“Without what?”
“Retnalization. Without making sure the eye sees the notice.”
“You been reading lawyer fiction again?”
“No, but it has to be a thing.”
“Good luck with the tax bill. As for me, I’m going to pay mine.”
“Well, I’m going to fight to my last fiber against unfair taxation.”
“It is a one mill increase.”
“One million? Outrageous. Get a gun.”
“A mill is one one-hundredth of a cent. It is almost not enough to count.”
“One one-hundredth? Hmm. That means my bill goes up by a dollar.”
“I’m not good at math, but it sounds right.”
“That’s different.”
“it is?”
“Not worth my time to fight.”
“What about the principle?”
“Principles are overrated. Let’s get some coffee.”
“No gun?”
“Please.”
Friday JohnKu – AKA – TGIF and a Guest Interview at Janice Spina’s
Today I am very pleased to be featured in an interview on Janice Spina’s blog. As you know, Janice is an award-winning author, reviewer, editor, and blogger. Go here for the interview and stay a little while to get an idea of all of Janice’s talents.
Also,
Friday is here and seems like a century since last week’s post. I guess that is life when you only do PT for ten hours a day. I have two home health care specialists who visit to monitor my progress. The physical therapist comes every day and the nurse twice a week.
I’m pleased to say the exercises although painful are producing results. To describe what is needed, think laying on your back and pulling your foot across the surface until your heel touches your butt. At that point, your leg is bent about 130 degrees. Today I am at 120 degrees which is darned good at this stage. Like every good Type A, I want to get to 130 degrees before my follow-up appointment on the 28th. Why? Because I think the doctor will lift restrictions and I can go back to riding my bike again. It has only been twelve days since the operation but one can hope.
Today’s JohnKu talks about a winning mindset. Have a good weekend
Winner By John W. Howell © 2018
Everyone can win,
No matter how hard the goal . . .
If desire is high.
Thursday – A Little Personal – Lucy Speaks
“Hello everyone. My name is Lucy and I have been selected by the canine team here at Fiction Favorites to come out before you. My purpose today is to let you know the boss is doing fine, but can’t crawl around with us capturing our latest activity. Since he feels the material should be current, he hopes you understand the lack of a post. Thank you and we’ll be back soon. Yes, Twiggy and Bailey are fine even though they are chickens when it comes to making announcements.”
Wednesday Story Day – AKA – Hump Day
It is Wednesday Story Day again last time we went through an exercise with Larry and Andrew on how easy it was to remember something that was written down. (Not) We finally got to the point to learn that Andrew wrote stuff down on the Sandusky autopsy that he can’t remember and thinks it will be significant enough to try to get the deleted file restored. I see the head of IT is entering Larry’s office. Maybe he has some news.
“Hey, Larry. Andrew.”
“Hi, Paul. You have news?”
“I do. I spent the last couple of hours rummaging through the backup tape files and came across this tape.”
“Let me see that.”
“Help yourself, but there is nothing to see, Larry.”
“Yeah, okay. What is it then?”
“It is the backup tape used during the period of time when Andrew here was doing the autopsy on Sandusky.”
“You sure?”
“Well, yeah I’m sure. The dates on the box are a range, and the Sandusky autopsy falls right in there.”
“Oh great. What do we do now?”
“I’ve already checked the tape it is in perfect condition. We now need to get a reader.”
“How come we don’t have one ourselves.”
“Too expensive to keep around especially since this is the first time in ten years we have wanted to read a backup tape.”
“Okay, I get that. Who has a reader?”
“Our back up supplier has a reader we can use. In fact, I’m going there now to get this file read and printed.”
“Okay then. Don’t let us get in your way.”
“I’ll come right back after I get the file.”
“Thanks, Paul. We both would appreciate that. You need a ride or anything?”
“No, I’m good. Here is a neat little deli on the ground floor of the supplier’s office that is calling me for lunch.”
“See you soon.”
“Say what you want, Larry. Thant guy seems to know what he’s doing.”
“Hold on Andrew. Let’s make sure he’s gone. Yup, he’s gone for sure.”
“I was just saying I think he knows his stuff.”
“I agree. Let’s hope he can get that file back.”
“I have a deli on the brain.”
“Let’s go. I’ll buy.”
“Sweet words indeed.”

















