Friday Fictioneers – Love Is A Mystery

(Author’s note: Nothing again. Have a great week, and enjoy today’s fictioneers…with a song that many of you will likely never have heard, but will fall in love with.)

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© Roger Bultot

Love Is A Mystery

by Miles H. Rost

He sat at the counter of the diner, waiting for the other customers to leave. He’d be the last customer in there before the sign was flipped closed.

He took his last sip of coffee, when he heard the clicking of heels got closer.

“Miranda, it’s good to hear your shoes again.”

Miranda snorted, as she helped her date from the counter chair.

“No luck finding someone new?” she asked with a sneer

“Nah. Just found myself down here. Waiting for you to come get me.”

She smiled. She didn’t know why, but she just couldn’t give up him up.

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Friday Fictioneers – Children

(Author’s Note: None. Just enjoy today’s fictioneers! And Happy Mother’s Day to all the moms.)

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© Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Children

The park was full of them. Each and every one of them a precious life.

It was always this way after the first warm-up of the season. Kids in their sweatshirts and jeans were playing. It was great for us adults to see.

I just turned onto 45th when the sun blazed between the two large buildings ahead. I squinted and got my visor down as quickly as possible.

That’s when I heard the thump.

Then the screams.

I stopped my car immediately, got out, and looked behind me.

She wore orange that day. I didn’t see her.

She was 12.

R.I.P. Roberto Concina (aka Robert Miles)

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Friday Fictioneers – Paradise

In Korea, today is known as Buddha’s Birthday. While I am not a follower of Buddha, I am thankful that the Koreans gives a national holiday off. Now if only they could give tomorrow off…but that’s asking too much. Here’s today’s fictioneers.

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© Sandra Crook

Paradise

by Miles H. Rost

Brock ran into the portico, looking around quickly.

The vacation was supposed to be a dream. Perth, Australia was to be a dream for Brock Adamson. A dual citizen of France and Canada, he was easily waved into the country on his tourist visa.

And after only a couple days, on the run due to his past. A past that had two men following him and nearly taking off one of his legs.

He ran inside the building, and looked at the receptionist.

“Oui?”

“Mademoiselle, I need safety. I’m being chased.”

“We know. We’ve been waiting.”

*click*

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