Friday Fictioneers – What’s Love Got To Do With It?

(No News. Just me. Here’s your fictioneers!)

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© Ted Strutz

What’s Love Got To Do With It?

by Miles H. Rost

Her hand impacted the side of Mitch’s angular face.

It hurt.

Mitch just looked down at his diminutive paramour and smirked.

“So when were you going to tell me about Liliana?”
“I wasn’t, Chelsea. You agreed to an open relationship. That’s what it is.”

Chelsea slapped him again, reverse cheek this time.

“I said we should have open feelings, not have an open relationship!”
“And you didn’t say that. I said an open relationship, and you said ‘fine. Let’s be open’.”
“So you tricked me into love, when you were spreading it.”
“What’s love got to do with it, chiquita?”

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Friday Fictioneers – Cruel Summer

(No note. Just right.)

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© Dale Rogerson

Cruel Summer

by Miles H. Rost

“It’s way too hot.”

Midori looked up at the hazy afternoon sky, the big yellow disk broiling the city of Aomori.

The worst summer on record, and Midori couldn’t go out to enjoy it.

“The pool, the arcade, the beach. All my places, and I can’t go.”

She stared up as the sun slowly meandered across the blue carpet, until she heard a knock.

Her dad walked in.

“Honey, wanna go to the pool?”

Midori’s eyes opened wide.

“You bet!”

As she moved her wheelchair, she grabbed her swimsuit from the bed. The pool was fun, even with no legs.

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Friday Fictioneers – Doctor Doctor (Bad Case of Loving You)

(No author’s note today. Too tired from trainer’s exercise.)

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© Liz Young

Doctor Doctor (Bad Case of Loving You)

by Miles H. Rost

“Okay, why am I here?”

He looked at the old house and sighed.

“Why couldn’t Mildred Krankenstaffen have moved to that new nursing home…”

He looked to one of the darkened windows and took a step.

*wham wham wham wham*

On all sides, he was in a cage.

“Oh no…not again.”

“Oh yes, again,” a squeaky voice called from behind a tree.

“Violet, why do you do this?”

19-year-old Violet walked out from behind the tree. Dressed in a ballroom gown, the curvy young lady smiled.

“I always wanted to get inside a doctor’s head…”

The doctor’s eyes rolled.

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Friday Fictioneers – Life Is A Lemon…

(Author’s Note: Do you know how sore a person can get if they have not actually gone to a gym and exercised properly? Well, I’m that guy. Arms are about as sore as can be. But, you know what? It’s worth it. In 6 months, in 1 year, I will be further in shape. This is good for a writer. And, further, Happy Independence Day. To all veterans who fought for our freedom: We cannot owe you enough. There is not enough in this world to give that makes up for the years you sacrificed. Take honor in what you have done. Here’s the fictioneers!)

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© J. Hardy Carroll

Life Is A Lemon…

by Miles H. Rost

Gasps so loud, they silenced everything else.

The protesters outside the conference center couldn’t believe what they saw.

A college-aged woman had walked through their line, stood in front, and took off her leg.

Cherry strands of hair glided across her face as a breeze came through.

She stood there, hands stretched to the side, on one leg.

For 5 minutes, no one moved. No one did anything. They just stood and stared.

She smiled, looking around.

“I think y’all got the point,” she said, as she put her leg back on.

She put her pant leg down, and walked away.

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