Friday Fictioneers – Running Up That Hill

(Author’s note: Life is doing pretty well. Interviews happening, help to others being given, and with the exception of being clipped by a hit and run driver (no personal damage to body, a little to the back of my van), things are doing well. Here’s this week’s fictioneers!)

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© K. Rawson

Running Up That Hill

by Miles H. Rost

Mandy stared into Josh’s eyes.

“You don’t understand me.”
“What do you mean?”
“This. We are standing just below our target’s hideout, and we’re arguing.”

Josh’s face wore blank.

“I just want to know, before we go in, that we’re on the same page.”
“Of course we’re on the same page. We’re going to axe this guy, then get out of the country.”
“Are you sure?”

Mandy just sighed.

“If you’re going to be addle-brained, I’ll do it myself and Leave you behind.”
“You wouldn’t do-”

*BOOM*

Shards of building rained upon them.

Mandy dropped the detonator and walked away.

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Friday Fictioneers – After The Rain

(Author’s notes: Well, after a harrowing day, I passed my driver’s test. I spent today, the day after, applying for jobs in my area. Hoping to find something relatively quickly, but who knows what the job search may bring. In the meantime, I’m bringing up music and revisiting old artists I never thought I’d see again. Here’s one of them, to enjoy today’s Fictioneers with.)

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© Jan Wayne Fields

After The Rain

by Miles H. Rost

Waterfalls.

Jack and Melinda Berry looked out over the vast valley, transformed from a dry and forbidden place into a vast and colorful vista.

To the left, waterfalls that cascaded quickly. To the right, wildflowers that bloomed once or twice a year. Behind them was the campsite, still wet from the prior night’s deluge.

They were worried about each other then, something they hadn’t done in many years. Huddled together as the storms whipped around them on that mountain ledge, they waited it out.

“It’s breathtaking, Jack.”

“You sure are, sweetie.”

In soaked clothing, Melinda snuggled at Jack’s side.

Hope.

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Friday Fictioneers – Hitchin’ A Ride

(Author’s note: On a well earned vacation this week, then 3 weeks of camp (I really do not understand the reason for camps. They don’t do what they’re supposed to do…</rant>.)  I may not be posting on February 21st, due to being in transit from Korea back to America. It’ll be quite…interesting. Otherwise, here’s today’s fictioneers!)

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© J. Hardy Carroll

Hitchin’ A Ride

by Miles H. Rost

“We stayed WAY too late at the fair.”

Travis and Lizzie were bummed they missed the bus back to their home in the next county. Worth it to go to the amusement park, but not worth it to walk 25 miles back home.

“If we hoof it 2 miles an hour, we can be home by lunch.”

“Got your cell phone with?”

“You know my family doesn’t do cell phones, Trav.”

“Maybe your mom knows we’re gone…”

Just then, a blue Trans-Am pulled over and screeched the tires.

Lizzie facepalmed. Travis looked stunned.

“Well? Gonna get in, or ya gonna hoof it?”

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Friday Fictioneers – Windmills Of Your Mind

(Author’s Note: I am doing a little bit better, but won’t be on the full track for a little while. It’s the end of the term at uni! That means…so much fun. There is a possibility I may have to go dark for a week, but I am hoping that will not be the case. Here is today’s Fictioneers!)

 

Photo Prompt © Ted Strutz

Windmills of Your Mind

by Miles H. Rost

“How many applications did you put out this week?” Miguel asked, as he chewed on an apple.
“30 as of Thursday, with 15 more coming up,” Carmen replied.
“And how many do you expect callbacks on?”
“Probably about 5, at best.”
“Why do you do it, Carm?”

Carmen sat back, leaning herself against his leg.

“I think it’s because I want to be useful.”
“But you don’t necessarily have to work to be useful.”

She gave Miguel’s knee a kiss.
“I want to be useful for you. That’s why I do it.”

Miguel just raised his hands and smiled.

 

Lights In The Dark – Friday Fictioneers

Before we begin, please make sure to read the latest non-fictioneers story: Poor Boy Long Way From Home. I can guarantee that if you are a foreigner, who also happens to be an English teacher, that’ll be for you. Now, on with the show…

copyright Douglas M. MacIlroy

Lights In The Dark

“Alright, who’s idea was it to put candles near my feet?” Steve asked, annoyed.

“Put them?! No way! They were already there. YOU put your feet there!” Berta replied.

“Then can you explain to me how, when I haven’t moved from this chair, my feet started on fire?”

“You were paying too much attention to your little program on Japanese hand carvings.”

“But I haven’t moved from…”

“Those candles were lit this afternoon. AFTER you killed the power by cutting the outside cords.”

“And I got them turned back on.”

“It’s your fault your feet got burned. Want some peppermint lotion?”

“…yeah.”