“Henry and Peter made their daily trip to Erika’s House of Music at the South Bay Shopping Center.
The owner and her husband, as always, greeted them in their Austrian and German accents.
“The twenty second’s coming up,” Henry intoned.
“It’s interesting that J.F.K.was killed on the feast day of the patroness of music.”
“Yeah,” Peter reminded him. “So much of the nauseating Sexual and Cultural Revolutions of that era was set to such perfect music. A little charisma can be poisonous.”
“There’s good and bad in every era,” Henry noted as they looked around for Jimmy Page’s sheet music.
This week’s photo prompt was supplied by Bjorn Rudberg. Rochelle Wisoff~Fields guides us weekly in Friday Fictioneers, as each of us writes a hundred~word story based upon a photo prompt.
It’s late July,1966, in Chicago.
Muriel and Gloria spot a terrifying sight.
“I know they’ve got Richard Speck already,” cried Gloria, “but I still can’t help losing control!”
“He’s that moron who tortured eight young nursing students to death,” replied Muriel. “He was high as a kite.”
“You have to admit that is one odd sight!” stammered the former. “Do you think it’s some copycat bastard?”
“Do you have to bring that up?” Muriel went on. “That always happens.”
Trembling uncontrollably they go home and try not to dwell on their fear.
“Let’s stick together all day,” Gloria suggests.
Thanks to Janet M Webb for the photo prompt and to Rochelle Wisoff~Fields for her help each week in Friday Fictioneers.
On September 11, 1971, I moved from Jackson Heights, Queens, to Lindenhurst, in Suffolk County. It was five days before my twelfth birthday and I had a difficult time adjusting to my new circumstances. Always having gone to Catholic school, at St. Gabriel’s, I was forced, for two weeks, to attend Copiague Junior High School, the local public school,until I got into Our Lady of Perpetual Help. I ended up spending many decades in Lindenhurst but my early days there were quite a quirky trip.
On September 11, 2001, five days before my forty second birthday, the Moslem terrorists attacked the World Trade Center in Manhattan, and the Pentagon in Washington, D.C.,also hijacking United Airlines Flight 93. People on the left still don’t quite seem to understand that Islam is ruled by Satan. I was at 9:00 a.m. Mass that day at Our Lady of Perpetual Help when Father Edward M. Seagriff told us about the attacks.
I walked into the Lindenhurst Mc Donald’s last
evening, when I noticed Mc Garrity, a neighbor and Viet Nam veteran. He came
over and said hello.
He reminisced a lot.
“Ed,” he said. “The world went to Hell when J.F.K. died.”
“This week in ’69 were the Manson killings, when Satan was defiant,
and Woodstock, when he was subtle. My friends and I were in Southeast Asia
and Fort Hood then.”
“People stood on this very spot back then and got an entire meal for a
dollar. Perfect music and fashion were everywhere. Was it really worth it
It’s July 17, 1794 in Compiegne. Sister Teresa and her fifteen Discalced Carmelite companions are on their way to the guillotine.
“Come, Sisters,” demands Teresa. “Out of fidelity to Catholic orthodoxy, to Jesus and Mary, and to constituted authority, we go to our deaths.”
Calmly they intone the Miserere, Salve Regina, and Te Deum.
Each is decapitated, after which her body is merely thrown into a common grave.
“Well, Citizen,” an onlooker is overheard to explain joyously, “We can’t have their God and Robespierre’s and David’s goddess of reason, you understand.”
“La Marseillaise” plays in the background.