(Author’s note: Was gone last week, due to issues related to work. I hope to be a bit more consistent when I finally get myself into my own place again, instead of having to drive 45 minutes from work to get home. Anyhow, here’s special music to go along with today’s Fictioneers…)
by Miles H. Rost
Another morning, another bucket of ice.
It didn’t matter what happened, Juanita always had to bring a bucket of ice upstairs to her employer’s chambers.
She knocked twice. That usually woke him up.
After a minute, she opened the door to his cavernous bedroom, overlooking the Pacific Ocean. She brought the ice over to the bed, and pulled the comforter off him.
A sea of black, purple, and blue caused her to gasp.
She reached down, trying to wake him up. The moment her fingers hit his skin, she recoiled.
He was as cold as the ice she brought in.