Photo Copyright: Roger Bultot

May the love and peace of this holiday season, wherever it can be found, fill all people everywhere.

A Happy Holiday Season to all!

Here we are this week sitting together in a neon-lit diner. We’ve gathered in this cheery place to discuss our original stories for the week. This is the Friday Fictioneers group. Our hostess for the gathering is the talented and gracious author and artist, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The challenge for each of us this week and every week is to write a story with no more than 100 words, not including the title. It’s supposed to have a beginning, middle, end, and follow the picture prompt for the week. This week’s prompt was provided by Roger Bultot. Thanks, Roger.

To read the other stories by group members, just click on the link given below, then on the little blue frog in the blue box.

The link for this week’s stories is as follows:


Genre: Nonfiction Memoir

Word Count: 100 Words

A NICE GUY by P.S. Joshi

After WWII, some of the returning military men opened diners. We had one such diner in our neighborhood in north Akron.

A man named Bill owned it. He was your typical “nice guy”. Everyone liked him.

It was also your typical diner food, lunch bar, and tables along the side with connections to the main jukebox. You chose the preferred song, put your coins in, and pressed theΒ button.

My girlfriend and I, both six, bought ice cream cones one day. She dropped hers in the parking lot. When told by me, Bill smiled and replaced it.




Written Act of Kindness Award



46 thoughts on “A NICE GUY

  1. Dear Suzanne,

    My dad owned a restaurant when I was quite small. It was a typical greasy spoon in downtown Kansas City. He had this kind of relationship with his customers. You brought back some happy memories with this one. Warmhearted story. I enjoyed it.

    Holiday shalom,


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  2. Back in the days of Mom & Pop diners, this was a scene often repeated around the country. Too bad so many of the small, family-owned places have been choked out by franchised fast-food establishments. We lost far more than we gained in that transition.
    Great story of life in another era.

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    • Thanks, Russell. The loss of those diners is sad. Bill had a great location. I’m sure Bill’s not there anymore as if he’s still living he’d be at least in his mid 90’s or older but I hope perhaps the diner is. It was a popular place for years. I’m glad you enjoyed the story that’s stayed alive in my memory. Happy Holidays to you and yours. πŸ™‚ — Suzanne

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    • Thanks, Subroto. Bill had a great location so the place may still be there. It’s no doubt under different management if it is, though. I’m glad you liked the story. Happy Holidays to you and yours. πŸ™‚ — Suzanne


    • Thanks, Mandi. I’m happy you enjoyed the story. Yes, Bill was a nice guy. He also probably had children of his own and couldn’t resist two cute six-year-olds who needed another cone. I must have thought it was our right. You have a Merry Christmas also. πŸ™‚ — Suzanne

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  3. Thanks, C.E. Jimmy was probably good in those parts because he was raised in a small town in Pennsylvania. He gave his Oscar to his dad to put in the front window of his hardware store. Jimmy was also a veteran of WWII. He was in the Air Force. I’m happy you liked the story. πŸ˜€ — Suzanne


  4. What a sweet idyllic story! I love old-time diners with the nostalgia and the reliably good eats, something so American in all the best ways, how anywhere in the country you see the diner sign and think why not stop there. A breath of fresh air. Thanks for sharing this.

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