(Author’s note: Currently dealing with work issues that crop up like rocks in a plowed field. Gotta pick them and toss them, and keep chugging away. I’ll have more stuff soon. In the meantime, enjoy this Fictioneers post. BTW, if you’re in Australia, Germany, Mexico, Japan, or New Zealand, you won’t be able to watch the video. Look for Bruce Hornsby and The Range – Mandolin Rain)

© Mary Shipman
Mandolin Rain
by Miles H. Rost
We walked into the house, clothes soaking wet after a downpour that we didn’t expect.
“Honey, take your clothes off before going into the living room. I don’t want the carpet to get water on it.”
“So where are you going to put them, since we don’t have our dryer yet?”
“We’ll go Korean-style.”
“Where ya going to hang them from?”
“The rafters? The chandelier?
I took a breath, and looked around.
“Well, at least it’s not going to be occupied.”
“By whom?”
“Well, I was thinking…”
My face turned beet red. She started sputtering.
Nice story and nice song too!
Nice take on the prompt!
There are things where that beet red things says more… love the take.
Well, you have to do what you have to do. Good story! 🙂
I enjoyed the song..beet red is quite a description 🙂 nice view on the prompt.