(Author’s notes: A lot of things will be happening in the next couple months, mostly outside of this blog. But, I plan to do everything in my power to make sure that some benefits reach each one of you, my readers. I am hoping to see some fruit come soon, and I pray that you all will be enjoying things.
Also, quick greetings to all comers from My Music Canvas and Oh My Gloss!. Welcome to Music and Fiction! Put your feet up and read a bit! Here’s today’s fictioneers!)
by Miles H. Rost
The machinist always worked quietly in the back of the building.
He kept to his work, only coming up to meet people to collect payment.
He was young, good looking, but painfully shy. His bravery shown through when wielding metal and acetylene torches.
He heard a clang up at the front. Grabbing a torch, he creeped up behind large metal sheets, and caught the noisemaker as they were coming around the corner.
“Who are you?” he demanded, looking into the welding mask of the culprit.
The mask went up, revealing a pretty woman’s face.
“I’ve been looking for you, Machinist.”