Friday Fictioneers – Heart Of Glass

(Author’s note: Greetings and meetings! Exams are over for me, and that means I’ll be posting a lot more as time goes along this month. Excellence will come this month. Besides that, last week’s offering was the best by far. 98 unique views within 1 week. Excellent job, readers! Keep up the good work! Here’s today’s Fictioneers offering!)

Heart Of Glass

by Miles H. Rost

“Found one!”

Maizie walked down the dirt path, and crouched down.

“What did you come up with, Trish?”
“Must have been an old Heeregard hospital. Take a look.”

Maizie picked up the small tube that was on the ground. She clinked it against a piece of metal and sighed. She knew exactly what the place was, and it was not good news for the explorers.

“Not a hospital. A burial ground.”
“Heeregard?”
“Nah. Broken-hearted New Humans. As they die, their hearts turn to glass.”
“Seriously?!”
“What you found was an aorta. Let’s go.”

Trish looked up, quizzically

“I’m not staying around for the ghosts of the lonely…” Maizie flatly stated, as she turned around to leave.

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24 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers – Heart Of Glass

    • Everyone has the ability to think of something different. Some are blessed with imagination, some are blessed with simple thoughts. Never let what you currently do limit you from what you may do in the future.

      You don’t always have to be creative, just create. 🙂

  1. *It was a gas – gas, not blast!
    The start of the video shows NYC back in the day! That’s how I remember it, and I remember my older sister coming home and telling me about this new band she saw perform – Blondie!

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