(Author’s note: I have to apologize to all my readers and others who I should be reading. The last couple weeks dealing with the run-up to winter camp left me with little energy to respond, and that’s all on me. I will be doing better, now that camp has started and I have an idea of what’s going on, to actually visit and remark on other people’s stories.
In the meantime, here’s my fictioneers story, and it’s a bit of a historical thing…)
It’s Good To Be King
by Miles H. Rost
Steve disliked working at the school. It was not something he wanted to do.
He was waiting for news that seemed to never come. Meanwhile, he had to teach these hormonal girls how to write. It was a Sisyphean task.
When he was called to the office, he thought he was in trouble.
“It’s your wife,” the receptionist said, handing him the phone.
“Tabs, what’s going on?”
“Steve, I just got a telegram.”
“They’re going to print. They are asking if $4200 is enough.”
Steve smiled. His work about the kids he taught would be published.
Carrie would be unleashed.