Author’s note: Since classes will soon be starting up again, I will likely be updating with mostly Friday Fictioneers stuff and short writings that result from my “argle-bargle” sessions of getting frustrated with being a grad student. At the very least, enjoy today’s selection for Friday Fictioneers.
Photo Prompt © Dee Lovering
The Winter of My Disk Content
by Miles H. Rost
“Why did we travel an hour to this place for food?!”
Chandra Barker was not a happy person, and her fiancee, Mark, knew it. He sat her down on a bench and looked her in the eye.
“When I was 9, my teenaged sister and I came here for fun. We had these cinnamon flat disks for a snack, before we went onto the ice. It was the last thing that we ate together before the day she fell through the ice. Coming here is a reminder of what we used to do.”
She looked at him, and a tear fell.
“And you wanted to share this memory with me?”
She planted her lips firmly on his cheek, appreciating the gesture.
Music and Fiction 
Now that’s a relationship that seems destined to go somewhere. 🙂
Dear Miles,
Women are saps for sentimental guys. Nicely played.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Aw! Sappy, but oh so lovely. 🙂
I have a feeling that he’s testing her. She seems to have passed. Lovely story.