(Author’s note: Life is treating me a bit better. Spring has sprung, and so has the mood to write. Here we go, starting with Today’s Fictioneers!)
When Summer Ends
by Miles H. Rost
Looking down the hill, Itaewon Street was packed for a Sunday afternoon.
Clubbers, university students, foreign workers and teachers, all were gathering in this international section of Seoul. A cross-section of Korean society could be found here most weekends.
Nigerian farmworkers and South African university teachers mingle with Koreans, of both South and North varieties, at barbecue shacks. Americans and Canadians milled about, looking for respite from the arduous week of teaching.
This was the place to be on the weekend, to not feel so alone in a foreign culture. A place to belong.
(Author’s note: Everytime I say I’m going to write more and get things done, life sets me up with other curve balls. Lately, it’s been my health. Not anything particular, just dealing with tiredness due to the type of work I do. It makes a person lazy. But, today, I am feeling particularly well to write. So here we go!)
by Miles H. Rost
“Babes, wake up.”
Selena sat up slowly, bleary-eyed at the soft voice of her mate.
“You haven’t been eating much lately. I figured I’d do something nice for us today, Crepes, toast, eggs, bacon for me, and vegetables for you.”
She slowly scooted back, propping herself up against the headboard. She noticed dandelions in water next to the food.
“I haven’t been eating because I couldn’t keep anything down.” “Is this how it’s going to be?”
He looked out the nearby window, sighing.
“Only for a short time. I mean, morning sickness doesn’t last that long.” “I really hope so.”