Friday Fictioneers – Follow Your Bliss

(Author’s note: It’s been 11 months since my last post here. Part of the reason I needed to take time off was because I was getting into a point of my life where I was just creatively dying. But after taking time off for me, and dealing with things in my life that needed to be dealt with, I am back and hopefully refreshed. I’m hoping to do this every week, and maybe more. Depending. Anyhow, here we go: )

© Roger Bultot

Follow Your Bliss

by Miles H. Rost

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Harry uncurled the final rope, dropping onto the deck from the pier.

Turning the key and pressing the ignition, the twin-board engines roared to life. He lowered them into the water, and started maneuvering his craft into the river.

25 years working a soul sucking job at the nation’s police bureau, Harry finally had what he wanted. He was retired and working private security, and enjoyed the one thing he always wanted:

A boat, and the clearance to ride in the evening. A chance to follow his bliss.

He recreated this experience as much as he could. Content in life.
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Follow Your Own Bliss!

Friday Fictioneers – One More River

(Author’s note: It’s hot. It’s sweltery. It’s insanely weird outside. And there are thunderstorms on the way. All I can say is…time to write!)

One More River

by Miles H. Rost

Sweat.

It got in Giuseppi’s eyes, down his striped shirt, and soaked through his beret.

He made sure none of it got on the bottles of milk he was ferrying. One last bridge, one last load, then homeward.

He saw the dock, and started to guide his gondola over.

“LOOK OUT!”

Giuseppi looked to his right, in time to see a yacht twice his size ram him, cutting clean through the gondola.

Shock. Fear. Anger.

He glared at the yacht, grabbed a bottle of milk that hadn’t sunk, and chucked it at the yacht.

He went down with all the milk.

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