Friday Fictioneers – Butterfly In The Well

(Author’s note: It’s a little late, but better than none at all.)

© Alicia Jamtaas

Butterfly In The Well

by Miles H. Rost

The first whiff of fresh air for Fred after being let free from the ghosts of 2020 was in the woods near his home.

For a year, the teenager was trapped, forced to stay inside because of his mother’s fears, her paranoia. She finally relented, as she left to visit her sister in the hospital.

Fred sat in the woods, his bare feet connecting to the ground. The small lean-to above him housed a great number of butterflies.

He put out his arm, and one landed on his finger.

“I’m glad to be home.”

The butterfly just flapped peacefully.

This ain’t Fred. This is actually me, in the Butterfly Gardens of Seoul Forest, from July of 2017. Picture was on my phone, but was taken by Andrew Contreras (a really good friend of mine).

Friday Fictioneers – I’ll Let You Drive

(Author’s Note: Wahoo! Another week! For those who wrote related to my photo last week, I will be dropping comments this week. Thank you for all the creativity, and I cannot wait to actually respond properly. As for me…here’s this week’s work!)

© Liz Young

I’ll Let You Drive

by Miles H. Rost

“Alright, Hye-Jin, put the car in reverse and slowly back out.”

Cho Hye-Jin moved her shaking hand to the gearshift, and put it in reverse. Slowly, she pressed on the accelerator, yet the car still lurched.

“It’s okay, Hye-Jin. It’s your first day. We’re not expecting perfection.”

She took a quick breath, and slowly maneuvered the car backwards. She put on brakes and shifted into drive.

“Okay, now turn right out of–“

A blaze of tabby orange.

The squealed meow across the hood of the car.

The push of a gas pedal.




“I let you drive”