(Author’s Note: I have a feeling I know who A. Noni Mouse is, because I’ve seen that kitchen before. If I’m wrong, then someone has the exact same layout for a kitchen than others I know… )
©A. Noni Mouse
The Mission Bell
by Miles H. Rost
“You finished the dishes, Harlan?”
Harlan didn’t say too much. He knew that when the bell rang, he’d have to be off to work. He didn’t want to leave many words behind.
“I baked a cherry pie. Want a piece?”
“Thanks, Caiera, but no.”
Caiera knew that Harlan didn’t want to say much. She tried to make him as comfortable as he could, before that bell sounded.
With long silence between them, it was cut by the church bell’s chime.
Harlan picked up his rifle bag, and went to the door where Caiera snuck a kiss.
A sniper’s life.
Here’s another Friday Fictioneers story for you. Don’t forget to read all of my other stories, including Changing Tides, and one of the more talked about stories “The Beginning of Something New”. Can’t wait to hear what you have to say. Now: ON with the show.
copyright D Lovering
Everything It Touches
“So, when did that thing get down here, Charlie?”
“Well, Burt, it was about 2 days ago. We all thought Noor was playing a practical joke with her streamers, when it just landed there.”
“Has it done anything we should know?”
“Not from what I can see, but I did smell lemon and ammonia coming from the houses that it touched.”
“Wait…lemons and ammonia?”
“Yeah. Anything you can think of?”
Charlie called up to his house.
“Hey, Meriel, how does the house look?”
“Clean as a whistle, Charlie. Now get up here for supper!”
Charlie shrugged as Burt looked on in wonder.