(Author’s note: I’m trying to get things done earlier most days, but the last couple weeks have been killer on me. Hope to have everything a few hours earlier starting next week.)
© Jean L. Hays
by Miles H. Rost
“The party is about to start, and you’ve done nothing!”
Maria smiled as she looked at her scolding sister.
“I’m learning a lot! When I become a dancer, I won’t have to worry about cleaning.”
“Maria, when you become a dancer, you’re going to take care of me!”
Maria looked at her beautiful, yet busy sister and grinned.
“Only when you finally marry Fernando.”
A plate dropped and clattered. Maria’s sister looked back at her, aghast.
Suddenly, a head popped into the kitchen.
“Did someone call?”
Maria smiled. Her sister sputtered, as he waved and closed the door.
(Author’s note: Hoping to have some longer stories up soon. Just need to get through the testing week next week, then there’s 4 months of nothing but classes. (Thankfully). Here’s today’s fictioneers, with a second peek from Marie Osmond!)
© Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Read My Lips
by Miles H. Rost
The knock at the door was persistent. She leaned out the door of her shower and called out that she was coming.
Wrapped in a simple periwinkle towel, she walked to the door and cracked it open.
“Paul?! It’s 11:30! What are you doing here?”
“I needed to see you. Something bad just happened.”
Helena let him in and he immediately bolted to the couch.
“Alright, what happened?”
“I lost your ring.”
“The ring I was going to give you tomorrow night, to ask you to marry me.”
Helena blinked. Twice. Then pounced.
“Read my lips.”
She mouthed “yes”.
copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Open The Door
*bang bang bang*
“Carole, why won’t you open the door?”
“I don’t want to come out! I’m scared!”
“Scared of what?”
“I’m scared of what the world will do to me?”
“Honey, that was 15 years ago. The people who accused you of the crime have long since left the area.”
“But everyone else is still there!”
“Sweetie, if you don’t come out of there, I will have to come in and get you.”
“You don’t want to do that, James. You could be the next one.”
“Carole, I made you a werewolf. What could you do to me?”
“I could have your litter…”