(Author’s note: Thank you, everyone, for your notes on last week’s fictioneers. It was a big undertaking, though people may not have known it. Anyhow, here’s this week’s fictioneers!)
Breaking Hearts (Ain’t What It Used To Be)
by Miles H. Rost
Paul froze, chilled by what he saw.
The old pair of shoes, the ones he used to wear when stepping out, lay sprawled in the back of his closet.
The shoes reminded him of what others termed “the good old days”, the days when free blow and free sex was in high supply.
He violently flung them out the window of his brownstone, one shoe accidentally smashing into a cat perched on top of a garbage can.
Paul moved slowly to his couch, the place he spent the most time. Covered up under a blanket, he awaited his fate.