(Author’s Note: Nothing. Just good writing and good things. Here ya go!)
© Todd Foltz
The One Thing
Miles H. Rost
Becky “Spins” Hoffman was going for maximum effect.
The captain of the women’s baseball team at the local uni, her arm was well known as a lethal weapon.
What people didn’t know is that when challenged, her pranks were the other weapon she would use.
Using a little chemistry knowhow, she prepared the eggs sitting in the carton to the right specifications for this night. As her teammate sped, Becky fired egg after egg. Red, white, and blue splatters showed themselves.
They contrasted the red of the fluttering Soviet flag, and the face of the angry professor who owned it.
(Author’s note: Mental health is very important. I’ve had to take a few weeks off, again, because of too much information overload. As I grow older, it seems my capacity for information has grown to be lesser. I am doing fine today, but who knows how I will be next week. Let’s enjoy today, and this fictioneers piece. Please enjoy the music, and the story that goes with it!)
© Ronda Del Boccio
Blue Blue Sky
by Miles H. Rost
2000 feet above the Yamhill Valley, Patricia breathed in the air.
“If I could stay up here forever, I would.”
“Not a terrestrial person?” Her husband responded, turning the valve to take them a slight bit higher.
“There’s just so much down there. So much going on, so much trouble.”
She didn’t seem wrong, in her husband’s eyes. The more peaceful a place, the better.
“We’re going to have to go down eventually.”
“I know. I just want to stay up here as long as I can.”
They started a very slow descent, mirroring the setting sun out in the distance.