(Author’s note: Had to take last week off again, due to some unfortunate pain related to my exercise regimen. I’m better now. And while I’m on new business, there’s a new watcher to the board. His name is H.K., and he’s a great guy with a sense of humor. He’s someone who is interested in what Music and Fiction is all about. H.K., welcome aboard! Here’s today’s fictioneers…)
© Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Brick House
by Miles H. Rost
His foot hooked on a root, and he fell flat on his face into a peat bog.
Michael ignored the pain and kept running.
He had to get away.
His girlfriend Nadine had gone nuts.
For the first 3 months, their relationship was hands off and very slow-going. Without warning, she jumped on him and tried to perform a tonsillectomy with her tongue.
Seeing the old brick garage, he ran in and barred the door. He could hide out there.
*click*
Light came on behind him. He turned around.
“Oh, Michael…”
It was the end. He couldn’t run from her lust.
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