Friday Fictioneers – Hangin’ By A Thread

(Author’s note: I have been gone for the last two weeks, due to an unfortunate car accident which left me in outpatient recovery. Dealing with the drama, I was unable to really concentrate on writing until today. So here is today’s fictioneers, hobbled as I may be.)

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© Jean Hays

Hangin’ By A Thread

by Miles H. Rost

The last shot.

Mitch was called to the abandoned market off Highway 66. His girlfriend wanted to talk. They had been going through a rough patch, started by a casual off-word about her life choices.

He figured this was his last shot at making up with a woman who truly loved.

He downed the whiskey and sat on the trunk of his large Cadillac. He waited until he heard the familiar whine of her VW Beetle.

The Beetle stopped in front. The window rolled down.

She leveled the shotgun and fired.

The radiator exploded.

She peeled out.

Mitch stood there, stone-faced.

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Friday Fictioneers – Take Me Home

(Author’s note: Nothing. Just letting the writing and music flow. Enjoy!)

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© J. Hardy Carroll

Take Me Home

by Miles H. Rost

“So, Travis. Tell me where you went.”

Travis fidgeted and looked down at his feet.

“Travis, you know you can tell me.”

He looked up, his eyes bright.

“I was in Korea. It was so beautiful, with all the tall buildings in the distance. Seoul was beautiful, and I wish I could have seen more of it than what I did.”

The soft sound of writing filled the empty space.

“Then what?”

“Green. And red. Heat. The smell of decay. No more buildings. No more people. Charred meat.”

Writing paused.

‘Alright, Travis. Let’s go get your lunch and some pills.”

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Friday Fictioneers – The Eyes Of The Girl

(Author’s note: Y’all probably wondered where I went last week, right? To be straight about it, my job gets very tiring. I have to use my mind a lot, and I don’t always get the best sleep. Last week, we had a lot of things happen at once, and once I got off work, I just slept. I hope that this week is the end of that pattern, but we’ll see. Here’s today’s fictioneers!)

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© Anshu Bhojnagarwala

The Eyes Of The Girl

by Miles H. Rost

“And that’s when Larry stood up and said, “Men Without Pants!”, and whipped his off.”

The tales told around the annual university beach bonfire were incredible, as was the amount of liquor consumed.

Thomas sat back, one of the few who didn’t drink at parties. He stared into the roaring fire, content with all that was going on.

He moved his eyes up and immediately were struck by a pair of green eyes staring back through the flames.

First, shock. Then worry. After a blink, recognition.

The eyes approached him, the person behind them giving Thomas a great big hug.

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