(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!)
© 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?”
(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.
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?”