…a real treat… Author John W. Howell graces the Guest Blog slot today… #TBSU…

…among many superb friends who populate my virtual WURLD, Author John W. Powell is a shining light… he’s popping a terrific wee short story on here as a taster for yeez as to the man’s writing talent… enjoy, then have a look at his new novel, MY GRL



…some of yeez may know that John W. Howell of Fiction Favorites has published his first novel titled My GRL… what yeez  may not know, John also dabbles a bit in short story writing… sez he, “It’s a way to take a break from writing a novel and relax…” seems to this ol ‘Jurassic this might be like a busman’s holiday, but whatever works… John has prepared a story for yeez and here it is… oh, and at the end he has put some words about where yeez  can find his book…

Last Night by John W. Howell ©2014

So with nothing better to do, I figured I will stop at Jerry’s place and grab a couple a drinks and a burger. I usually don’t go there on Saturday night since there’s a crap load of amateurs takin’ up what I would consider prime space. Having not spent enough money at Jerry’s to warrant being able to call the shots, seat wise, I try to avoid Saturday if I can. I go through the door, stop and have a look around. There’s the usual weekend crowd alright, hanging on each other like they never had a date before. I squint my eyes against the smoke and can make out four guys by the pool table and looks like a couple a girls fetching drinks. I cross hustling some rubes out of a few bucks off my list, since they will be forever playing eight ball with themselves.

Straight ahead is the bar and I do believe there is a place right in the middle. I get my feet to move in that direction while looking over the other side. The tables all seem jammed with happy drunks. There are buckets of empties on each table and I see the barmaid trying to sell more. She’s not having much luck, since most of these people just spent their last five bucks on this outing. I make it to the chair and hoist myself up and lean on the bar.

“Hey Frank, Jerry says. “Whadda you have?”

“Evening Jerry. Gimmie a double Crown neat and a beer back.”

“Comin’ up.”

I like Jerry’s no nonsense way he handles things. He doesn’t like small talk and gets right to business. I can feel my eyes start to smart from the smoke and wonder how Jerry gets away with letting people kill themselves when it’s clearly been outlawed.

“Here you go Frank. Want me to run a tab?”

“Yeah Jerry I would appreciate that. I intend to have another drink and then a burger.”

“No problem. Give me the high sign when you are ready for another.”

“Will do Jerry. Thanks.”

“For you buddy anything.”

I should mention Jerry and I go back a ways. We were in the Army together and had ourselves a real ball. We could hardly believe we were getting paid for having so much fun. I take a sip of my drink and wait for the hot assed burn in my throat which signals it’s the good stuff. Ah there it is. I take a swig of the beer and am about to believe life is good. I think I’ll wait for the whiskey to get to the brain before making any judgment.

While I’m waiting for the warmth of the Crown to reach my brain, I check out the folk sitting on either side of me. Not a friendly group as they both have their backs turned and are engrossed in some kind of discussion with their neighbor. I figure it is just as well, since I don’t want to go through that old “what do you do” bullshit. I also don’t figure on staying the night, so no use getting into any long discussions about life.

I look down at my Crown and start to wonder what is going to happen tomorrow. It’s Sunday and my daughter wants to come and visit. She lives in Connecticut and we don’t see each other often. It is only an hour’s drive or even less by train, but it seems like a world away. Her husband is a nice enough guy, yet I always wonder if he has someplace important to go when I visit. He never sits still and is on the phone or at the computer. He makes a good living, but it seems to me a person could take an hour to sit and talk. I never had a son and was looking forward to some kind of relationship when he and daughter got married. Never going to happen with him.

I take another pull at my drink and notice the burn has faded. It happens every time. First sip initiation I call it. It’s like the first puff of a cigarette, hits ya hard. I decide to let daughter pretty much have the agenda tomorrow. She and I haven’t really had a chance to talk for a while. I think she blamed me when her mother ran off with that guy with the house on the Hudson. He has a title and the old gal couldn’t resist, but I think daughter always felt I should have done something. Her mother’s sleeping with another guy. What the hell can I do about that?

I’ll just go with the flow. If she wants to go out we will. If she wants to stay in we can do that too. I better think about getting some food in the house. Of course, we can always order in. I need to move on to my drink and let this go. Tomorrow will be what it is. I hope we can somehow patch up whatever is wrong.

For some reason, I feel pretty tired and think I will go ahead and finish my drink. Maybe I’ll just go home and forget the burger. First though I think I’ll just shut my eyes for a minute. My hands feel good as I put my head down.

“Hey Frank what’s the matter you taking a nap? Frank? Frank talk to me. Oh my god. Sophie call 911 quick.”


John’s main interests are reading and writing. He turned to writing as a full time occupation after an extensive career in business. John writes thriller fiction novels and has a number of short stories published in various on line magazines. One of his short stories has been recognized by Writers digest in the Popular Fiction Writing contest. His thriller fiction novel, My GRL has been published by Martin Sisters Publishing and is available at most e-book locations and Amazon at :

In the US – http://www.amazon.com/My-GRL-John-W-Howell/dp/1625530595/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1388558903&sr=1-1&keywords=My+GRL

In the UK – http://www.amazon.co.uk/My-GRL-John-W-Howell/dp/1625530595/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1388974149&sr=1-1&keywords=My+GRL

In Canada: http://www.amazon.ca/My-GRL-John-W-Howell-ebook/dp/B00HV3QECW/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1394744287&sr=1-1&keywords=my+grl

Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/397934

Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/my-grl-john-w-howell/1118199518?ean=2940045582575

my girl



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14 responses to “…a real treat… Author John W. Howell graces the Guest Blog slot today… #TBSU…

  1. Reblogged this on Fiction Favorites and commented:
    I am honored to be featured as a guest on Seumas Gallacher’s blog. Seumas is the Chairman Emeritus of The Blog Scratchers Union (TBSU) and an outstanding mystery author. He is most supportive of other writers and has a wonderful blog to visit and follow.


  2. Thank you Seumas. This looks great.


  3. Reblogged this on Legends of Windemere and commented:
    A fun short story from John W. Howell.


  4. I loved the short story and wish you success in your writing career.


  5. I think I started following John because I noticed he was on the Texas coast. I left after Ike hit and am nostalgic about my former home of so many years. What a treat to discover his writing style. He’s a very good read! 🙂


  6. Great story, John, and Seumas, thank you for hosting John’s story. But … but … I’m feeling sorry for Frank? How can that be? 😉


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