(Author’s note: Life is doing pretty well. Interviews happening, help to others being given, and with the exception of being clipped by a hit and run driver (no personal damage to body, a little to the back of my van), things are doing well. Here’s this week’s fictioneers!)
Running Up That Hill
by Miles H. Rost
Mandy stared into Josh’s eyes.
“You don’t understand me.”
“What do you mean?”
“This. We are standing just below our target’s hideout, and we’re arguing.”
Josh’s face wore blank.
“I just want to know, before we go in, that we’re on the same page.”
“Of course we’re on the same page. We’re going to axe this guy, then get out of the country.”
“Are you sure?”
Mandy just sighed.
“If you’re going to be addle-brained, I’ll do it myself and Leave you behind.”
“You wouldn’t do-”
Shards of building rained upon them.
Mandy dropped the detonator and walked away.