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Friday Fictioneers – Even Then

(Author’s note: The last month of work has been absolute hell. Due to a lot of complications, there were many late evenings and my body hasn’t been getting the rest it needed. Along with the loss of a good Korean friend of mine late last week, it’s been difficult to even get the mode to write. However, I am hopefully going to be able to update more regularly. Here’s today’s story:)

© Sandra Crook

Even Then

by Miles H. Rost

The bead of sweat dripped off Simon’s ear, facing the stares of his girlfriend’s parents.

“How do you plan to make money for Si Hyeon?”
“I… work in aerospace engineering. I make plenty of money.”

Si Hyeon’s father sat back. Her mother leaned forward.

“You will take care of us when we can’t?”
“Of course! Having family close is important!”

She sat back and smiled. Simon leaned forward.

“How often will you babysit the children when me and Si Hyeon want to go out?”

Her parents paused, as the color drained out of their faces. Simon sat back, grinning.

Checkmate.

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Friday Fictioneers – Still The One

(Author’s note: Moving to a new location on Friday. Getting this out while I have a chance. Enjoy!)

© C.E. Ayr

Still The One

by Miles H. Rost

Martin stared out at the oil platforms of the Pacific, the sand slowly working its way around his toes, when she sidled up.

“It’s been 30 years, you know,” she said.

“I’ve thought a lot about it. When did you know that we were gonna be together?”

Claire ran her fingers through her long blondish-grey hair, capturing her thoughts.

“Probably sophomore year, when you snapped my bra in math class.”

Martin crinkled his face at that.

“Not my best moment, dear.”

“Well, not after I slugged you. At least I took care of you after.”

“And have been. For 30 years.”

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Friday Fictioneers – Heavy Fuel

(Author’s note: I am hoping, very soon, to be able to do longer stories like did a couple years ago. Biggest problem: Exhaustion after work. The job I do is mind-numbing. I come home, and I fall asleep. Doubly so on days when I exercise. So, here’s to hoping things work soon. In the meantime, here’s today’s fictioneers.)

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© Yvette Prior

Heavy Fuel

by Miles H. Rost

“Dad, you’re only 51. You’re gonna die if you keep doing that.”

My cousin was berating her dad. He just finished scarfing down a triple monster cheeseburger, 2 hand pies, and a thick chocolate shake, all while lighting up an unfiltered cigarette.

He paused, and looked her straight in the eye.

“Lindsey, what do I do for a living?”
“You work at the mine.”
“And what do I mine for?”
“Vermiculite.”
“What’s another name for vermiculite?”
“Asbestos”
“And what does asbestos do?”
“Gives you lung cancer.”
“Exactly.”

He sat back, and gave her a smile.

“Enjoy every minute of this life, Sherry.”

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