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Music And Fiction – Building A Mystery

(Author’s note: Due to issues beyond my control (mostly work related), I had to take the week off from writing. It sucks, but in the type of work I do, sometimes it is necessary to put in a little extra time. Thankfully, today was the last of the extra work, hopefully for the Summer. Here we go with today’s fictioneers!)

© Ted Strutz

Building A Mystery

by Miles H. Rost

“…and this final piece is an expression in progress.”

The gallery exhibitor stood tall next to the large wall with pictures.

“The bottom picture was the first in the line, drawn by the artist. He did this after being in a coma for 5 months. She was 16.”

He pointed to the photos.

“The photos were taken as he grew older, the subject in her 30s.”

He looked up at the large painting.

“This portrait was the final painting, the subject assumed to be in her early 40s. The artist went missing after. He is still missing today.”

Bulld your own mystery, and write about it!
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Friday Fictioneers – A White Sport Coat…

(Author’s note: Hoping to publish some actual stories in the near future. It’s more that right now I just need to survive the next three months at work. Once I get that done with, it’s all better sailing from there. Enjoy my throw back to the past. )

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© J. Hardy Carroll

A White Sport Coat (and a Pink Carnation)

by Miles H. Rost

40 years ago, I met a beautiful young lady named Michelle. We were in an art class at a local community center.

We grew close. We dressed up fashionably, to go out dancing and impress our friends on campus.

After each night of dancing, we’d doff our clothing and work on our art, painting each other in all that God gave us.

I told her that I would love her forever.

40 years later, I have bought the building, the old art hall where we met. The art hall that was destroyed by grenades fired by national guardmen.

The hall where she died.

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Friday Fictioneers – The Colour of Love

(Author’s Note: Great response from people last week. Sorry I haven’t responded, but I am working on it. Now that a job has been secured, boomba…more time to do things. Here’s today’s Fictioneers.)

 

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© Ted Strutz

The Colour Of Love

By Miles H. Rost

“Alright, Monica. We have only a few hours before tide comes back in. Think you can paint the scenery?”

Monica looked up at her teacher with her eyes full of worry.

“Monica, you’re going to do just fine.”

She pointed to the hulking dam in the distance and exploded her hands outward.

“No, Monica. The dam won’t break. Remember, I’m here with you. If anything happens, I got you.”

She smiled, and warmly hugged his waist. She picked up her palette and dipped into some Prussian blue.

Her teacher watched as she silently painted. He knew his daughter was safe.

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