Friday Fictioneers – Flowers Never Bend With The Rainfall

(Author’s Note: Things are getting busy at work. It’s starting to go very strange, so I am going to do what I can to get ahead of things. However, I can’t say much more than that. Here we go, it’s Fictioneers day!)

 

© Ted Strutz

Flowers Never Bend With The Rainfall

by Miles H. Rost

“Charlie, what the heck are you doing?”

“I’m putting a bunch of flowers out to line my yard. I want to make sure that people know I’m a man of culture.”

“But look at what those flowers are in!”

“What’s the problem, Virgil? They’re commodes! I’m doing my part to recycle!”

“Yeah, but it looks so cheap. What will people think when they drive by?”

“They’ll think that I’m resourceful and reusing the things that people throw away!”

“No, people will think your flowers are representative of you. Full of crap.”

“You mean like the stuff that fell down the side of your hill?”

“…you shut up.”

Friday Fictioneers – Old Coal Town

(Author’s note: Nothing. I have stuff going on that’s taking up a lot of time. Here’s our stuff.)

© Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Old Coal Town

by Miles H. Rost

Abandoned buildings.

The smells of dust, must, and nature filled my nose as I looked at the back of the old broken building. It was a great smell, and something I love coming back to.

Coming back to this place, getting away from the big city, it’s incredible.

And being able to restore something old is a great chance to help the people of the town my father destroyed.

His actions killed the coal town aspect of this town, but I am hoping the fortunes I made in tech will allow this town to become great.

Time to give back what they gave me. Love.