The Flyby.

“Hey, Rob. You with me man?” I focused my attention, a return trip from lost in space.

“Sorry, Phil. Not all here at the moment.” An understatement if ever there was one.

Understanding showed in my friend’s eyes. “No worries. I was only talking about plans for after we land. These conventions are great for connections and a few The Flyby by Ronovan Hesterbook sales but I like hitting a few spots not on the agenda.”

His smile made it evident to me his spots and my spots would not connect to form a picture of Central Park and the historic apartment buildings adjacent. “I plan to tour the city and get a feel for some of the architecture and people, take some notes, get the atmosphere of it all for a book idea I have swirling around in this old brain of mine.”

“Rob, you need to have some fun, and I don’t mean with buildings and tour guides, unless the tour guide is a little blonde.”

Friend is not the right word to describe the affiliation Phil Marks and I have. We both belong to the same writing group in the area. And when traveling, we did so together to have company and sometimes to split costs of rooms and fees. Colleagues, that’s the right word to use.

“Not quite up for that.” I didn’t smile. I was not in the habit of encouraging things I didn’t like. Why placate?

“I get it. It takes time. It took me almost a month after my split before I got back in the game.” Phil turned and focused on the security process of the busiest airport in the world.

He did not get it. It was not about recovering from a divorce, it was my not being a party guy. I liked my quiet time, visiting historic places in the cities I traveled to, and taking my notes for future books that might never happen.

Phil wrote books to get one thing, I wrote to get something else. Those two things were about as far from each other as one could get. You could tell from our books’ topics what those reasons for writing were.

Phil passed through and it was my turn.


“Mom, we’re fine. You enjoy yourself.”

John hugged me and stepped back. “You take care of your sister, understand?” I attempted a stern look. I failed.

“That’s Uncle Drew’s job. I’ve got a game to focus on, not some princess. Ow!”

“Don’t call me princess!” Lena uncurled her fist and hugged me even tighter than her brother had. “I want a T-shirt, okay?”

“I knew there was something behind the ferocity of the hug.” I smiled and looked at the beautiful girl, almost eye to eye with me. A few more months and I would be the shortest in the family.

“No, but a shirt would be cool.”

“I know, dear. Drew, are you certain these two will not be a trouble?”

My younger brother shook his head. “With my brood, who’s going to notice two more?”

“If this had only been next weekend their father would have them and no imposing on you.” There were still a few sorting pains over the managing of situations such as this. The divorce was going along fine, but the little things still popped up that were new and caused brief headaches. Precedents could not be set to undermine the plans put in place. This weekend was my responsibility.

“Just go. You’ll miss your flight.”

Drew and I hugged the quick hug of adult siblings, and with a smile and wave, I turned, pulled my bag behind me, and joined the queue for the security check. My mind went to the sites I wanted to see after landing. Traveling alone had its advantages. There would be no biggest whatever store in the world for me.

I looked up and caught the security people looking at me. Great, I was going to get extra attention, again. And then there were the disadvantages.


“Mind me taking the window?” Phil sat and stared through the small glass panel.

“No, I’ll most likely take a nap.”

“Awesome, thanks.”

They do not make planes with people my height in mind. Not even seated yet, my knees hinted at not being able to stretch when needed. I glanced up to the other passengers making their way to their seats. Now that, is the height I would like to be for flights.

Dark hair swirled around and I could see the woman’s face. Pretty. I’m glad Phil was looking out the window, I knew what he would say, and I did not want to hear it. She was classy looking, intelligent. Phil would spoil it with some vulgar suggestions.

She glanced up before turning to sit down. A weird feeling went through me.


Do I know him? He has that look on his face as if he knows me. Something about him is familiar. But I’m mistaken for someone people know all the time. So many Americans cannot tell the difference from one Asian nation to the next. But he does look familiar.


This is going to drive me insane. Where do I know her from? The headache was beginning. It would be a migraine before New York. Why couldn’t I let mysteries stay mysteries?

My entry for the Friday Fiction with Ronovan Writes Prompt Challenge. Also a continuation of a story begun last week in The Library Date. Also visit Using Proofing To Help Your Fiction Diction & More! for some tips in regards to tools to assist you in improving your writing.

Ronovan Hester is an author, with his debut historical adventure novel Amber Wake: Gabriel Falling due out in December of 2015. He shares his life as an amnesiac and Chronic Pain sufferer through his blog His love of poetry, authors and community through his online world has lead to a growing Weekly Haiku Challenge , a Weekly Fiction Prompt Challenge, and the creation of a site dedicated to book reviews, interviews and author resources known as

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Ronovan Writes Weekend Mick Flick. Do you feel Serendipity this week?

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I suppose you might want to know what a Mick Flick is. Well every man fears, actually dreads two words; Chick Flick. That’s right, we know what it means. Romance, tears and we are deemed as failures either because we are men or because we aren’t the men in that, dare I say it, RomCom.

Instead of Chick Flicks, men need an alternative. And this is something we men need to embrace and women, you should as well and you may find date nights become a whole new experience.

The alternative? Rooster Flicks? No. I don’t even like saying Chick Flicks so giving it some form of relevance by actually calling the alternative as Rooster doesn’t work for me. And with the various possible definitions one could give to Rooster based ones mindset and locale, I am just not going there. No, Male Chick Flick. That’s right, the Mick Flick.

What constitutes a Mick Flick?

  • It needs a touch of humor if it doesn’t have action.
  • It needs to tug the heartstrings in some way, with a message or something.
  • And yeah, an attractive female lead might work out, but it’s not completely necessary. Oh, you don’t believe me on this one? I shall prove you wrong, although attractiveness is in the eye of the beholder. For me it is the eye of the personality. Pretty lady, ugly personality equals scary run the other way. Yeah, NOT attractive.

Today’s Mick Flick is:



Another Cromedy this week. Starring John Cusack and Kate Beckinsale.

Imagine a girl writing her name and phone number inside a book and you writing yours on a $5 bill and then hoping you both end up finding the other at some point and reunite, leaving your future to ‘fate’. Sounds like a movie just waiting to aggravate the popcorn out of you to me, but it isn’t. There are humorous moments and yeah, aggravating moments but in truth the fate part isn’t what makes this a must watch for men.
It’s the search that is what I fell for in this film. Years pass by but they both keep an eye out for the bill and the book until it comes to a point of now or never. That’s where this movie wins me. Do you leave your love to fate or do you want to have a hand in what happens?

So the significant one in the relationship is saying, “Ronovan, last week you had My Big Fat Greek Wedding and that was okay. At least there was an old man squirting Windex on everything. But now you are going serious Rom with a little less Com. No way is this happening.” Step and let me get the BroJo going.

Men, why you need to watch this movie.

First up you got Kate Beckinsale. British accent had has made a living out of playing a hot vampire warrior in the Underworld movies. I mean the accent alone got me. Let me recover for a moment.

Okay, so not enough? Add in Eugene Levy as the opportunistic salesclerk who takes Cusack’s character, Jonathan Trager for everything he’s got and then there is Jonathan’s best friend, the writer. Yeah, writes of obituaries! And they all go chasing around to find an address.

So what is the message here? I guess it depends on your take on it. Do you see it as fate will bring you together, or the two are working it so it all happens, or do you get the message of if it feels right then don’t screw it up by doing some stupid carp stuff like writing your name in things to see if on let me see, FATE will make it work out.

Okay, okay, oaky. I’m good now. I’ll leave it to you to pick what you think the answer is and I would give you which one I think it is. Oh, and I didn’t tell you how it ended. Bet you will be surprised.


Now to the ranking of the movie:

I like a movie with good acting, no matter the type, see, type, not genre, type. Yes, I like a lot of commas. Even commas that aren’t supposed to be there.

Good acting Yes

Attractive Female Lead – YEAH! This week we have the looks, the accent, and the personality. Sigh. Did I mention her eyes and her accent? No? Okay. She has eyes and an accent.

Insane Characters – Yes. Eugene Levy, I mean do I have to say more. Okay, so there is also John Corbett again this week. He plays Lars, Kate Beckinsale’s famous freaky musical instrument playing finace.

Humor – Eugene Levy really is the humor in the film. Molly Shannon plays Beckinsale’s character, Sara Thomas’ best friend and there is some fun there as well. But Levy nails it.

Bodily Harm No. Not really any.

Food Humor –  No. Don’t think this one has the food humor from what I can remember.


Good Message Yes. This week is a for sure yes. For one you can take whatever message you want from it.

Tear Moment No major tear moments here. Maybe just one but not like major..

Male Lead is Not Made Out to Be Stupid: – I’m torn here. He let Beckinsale’s character walk out on a $5 bet. I mean, really, dude, that’s stupid to me. But overall he’s not. He’s a pretty smart guy. I guess he is. Then again he get’s taken to the cleaners by a salesclerk. Hmm. Wow. Still in limbo on this one.

Cuddle Taco Bonus – OH YEAH!!! CTB BABY!

So on the Taco Scale of 10 Tacos being awesome  and 1 being like tacos without the meat, cheese or sauce,today’s Mick Flick receives:

 6 out of 10 Tacos. With CTB that make it a 7 Taco Meal, not a Feast but you won’t go hungry.

Honestly, this is one of my favorite movies. And when I originally gave it a personal score I gave it a 9. But I had to stick to the Mick Ticks, and there you have it.

That’s my Cromedy Recommendation for this weekend. What movie can you think of that meets the Mick Flick requirements? I already have future movies in a list so don’t be surprised if you end up seeing your idea in a future post.

Much Respect and Much Cuddling for you This Weekend,







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