(Author’s note: Still in a splint. Things acting up, but I’ll be fine. 84 calendar days until I end my working career in Korea. As for today’s fictioneers, I originally was going to go with “Stuck In A Closet With Vanna White”, but I felt like something…more. Enjoy today’s fictioneers! )
by Miles H. Rost
Desiree and Mike had been picked by lottery to end up in the closet. Mike was fully sober, but had been intoxicated by something much stronger than booze.
And he could not see anything.
Hot and heavy it was, heightened by Air Supply on the portable radio beside them.
“Desi, my finger…it’s stuck.”
Everything stopped, except for the guitars in the song.
“That’s my bra, Mike. Take it off.”
Another moment of slight movement, and a sudden shift of things crashed down, including a clang.
She felt around, finding a clock beside Mike’s head.