Friday Fictioneers – Sweet Dreams

(Author’s note: Still in a splint. Things acting up, but I’ll be fine. 84 calendar days until I end my working career in Korea. As for today’s fictioneers, I originally was going to go with “Stuck In A Closet With Vanna White”, but I felt like something…more. Enjoy today’s fictioneers! )

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© R.W.F.

Sweet Dreams

 

by Miles H. Rost

“Desi…”

Desiree and Mike had been picked by lottery to end up in the closet. Mike was fully sober, but had been intoxicated by something much stronger than booze.

And he could not see anything.

“Mike…keep going.”

Hot and heavy it was, heightened by Air Supply on the portable radio beside them.

“Desi, my finger…it’s stuck.”

Everything stopped, except for the guitars in the song.

“That’s my bra, Mike. Take it off.”

Another moment of slight movement, and a sudden shift of things crashed down, including a clang.

“Mike?”

She felt around, finding a clock beside Mike’s head.

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Her Last Performance (aka Lothlorien)

Her Last Performance
(aka Lothlorien)
a story by Miles H. Rost

The sway of her foot was the start of everything.

Sandy closed her eyes off from the rest of the audience, as she moved her body to the sound of the music. She wanted this time, this period, to be focused on her and all the good she could do.

Sandy remembered her pain from nine months ago, as she swung her leg around and jumped onto the ball of her right foot. She remembered the stage, and the warning from the front of the house, two seconds too late. She remembered the air below her, the crash onto the metal chairs below in the orchestra pit.

She recalled the pain of the ambulance ride as she twirled once and lept across the stage. The heat and electricity burning up and down her entire right side as she was driven to the hospital she understood well. The words of her doctor, telling her that she would never dance again, and her response of “That never stopped me in the past,” were ringing through her head.

A tear fell down her porcelain face as she remembered the nights of tears into her pillow, and the calls of Psalm 6 from her lips. The cries of being weary, as she worked on walking again; the continued tears as she slept on her bed; the afternoons of crying into the arm of her couch. As she pirouetted in the center of the stage, she saw her friend’s face. She remembered his hands, as they dried her tears and put medicine on her eyes when she had an eye infection as she recovered.

Tonight, though, tonight was it. She was able to make it through, and as she finished with a gentle falling splits, she helped put a cap on the year’s dancing. The crowd cheered loudly at Sandy’s return, the last performance of the year.

She would be back the next year. She would be better than ever.

Don’t Look Down (The Sequel)

by Miles Rost

A bad week for Vanessa Chapman just got worse.

“Why did you bring me up here again?!?!”

“In order for us to do our work, you need to conquer your fears,” Roger Daniels told her, as she grabbed a hold of the doorknob on the roof. “And you can’t do that when you’re paralyzed of high places.”

“I’ve tried to conquer it! I’ve tried everything! Hypnotherapy, aromatherapy, pretty much every therapy you could imagine.”

Roger just sighed at this. He knew the routine. She would try to talk him out of doing it, he’d get her close to the edge, then relent.

However, he resolved to himself and a shot of Wild Turkey 100 to not back down this time.

“Vanessa, do you trust me?”

“I would trust you with my life. You’re my partner in crime.”

“Would I steer you wrong?”

She thought for a second. This was a new tactic. Ooh, he’s goood, she said to herself.

“Alright, you’ve convinced me. Let’s do this thing.”

“Remember something, Nessa. You know you’re holding aces, so don’t look down. Play your hand, and get it done with. I’ll be right with you.”

Vanessa tensed up a bit, but she was slowly led to the edge of the building, where two beams were crossing a long drop of nearly 90 feet. It was certain death if she fell, and her only safety were the two I-beams that looked like they were older than Fiorello LaGuardia’s bones.

Roger was in front of her, walking backwards. He was going to be with her all the way, and he wouldn’t let her drop. Just as long as she did not look down.

“Okay, try to hide your fear. Keep your eyes on me. I’ll be calling to you all the way through.”

She took her first shaky, fear filled step onto the I-beam and kept looking at Roger. He looked directly into her eyes as he clutched her hands and moved backwards. Every step he took, she took one more. They got halfway across when she suddenly froze. A small wind blew across the I-beams, and she froze up.

“Don’t worry, honey. I gotcha. I ain’t letting you go.”

“Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh….” she cried out, closing her eyes for a few seconds before opening them and seeing Roger’s face directly in front of her.

“I. Have. You. Do not fear. Keep your eyes on me, I’m calling you.”

He moved back one step more, and she moved it one step forward as well. She slowly took her steps, moving one at a time with incredibly slow speed. They inched closer to the other building, and she took her eyes off of Roger, and looked past him. The building was just a few steps away, and she was nearly there.

Until a pigeon hit Roger in the face.

His foot slipped and he started to fall. She grabbed onto him and held on tight. He was dangling off the edge of the beams, and Vanessa looked down upon the street below, She was about to tense up and freeze when a small voice from inside called to her.

“Leading ladies never think about stage fright. They live without it.”

She had to do something. She thought of the first thing to do. She shuffled her body, currently on the beam with both arms holding Roger’s. It was going to take her all her strength, but one way or another, she was going to get Roger up on that building.

“Roger, if anything happens to you, I am going to find my way to heaven and kick your butt.”

“I think it would be a pleasure, Nessa!”

Vanessa smiled as she bodyshuffled her way across the beam. 15 feet would get her to the building, and she decided to put all her force into it. She powered her away across and reached the edge.

“Get a better hold on my arm, Roger! Get a toehold on the building, and I’ll get ya up!”

“You’re open.”

And he was right. She just opened herself up for a dirty comment. Roger wouldn’t do it himself, but someone else at work just might.

“When we get done with this, you can say all the dirty things you want. Just DON’T FALL DOWN!”

“I ain’t gonna fall, sweets. You’re choking off the blood flow to my hand.”

Vanessa put her feet up against the edge of the building and heaved. Within a few seconds, he made it up the side of the building.

Or, rather, he was semi-catapulted. Within just a moment after cresting the edge, he fell on top of Vanessa. After a few seconds of clearing the cobwebs from his brain, he looked down and found a very peculiar sight.

One of his hands was wrapped around her arm, and the other rested on her breast. He quickly stammered and removed his hand.

Vanessa just laughed.

“Well, if you really wanted to cop a feel, Roger, you should have just asked. You didn’t have to nearly die for it.”

Roger looked bashful at this, and was a bit concerned. Now he was on the hot seat. Vanessa got up and looked him square in the eye.

“Well, now that I’ve conquered my fear of heights, why not we conquer your fear.”

She walked closer to him, and he just stood in fright.

“W-w-w-w-what fear is that?”

She was within a few feet of him. She moved right up to his side and grabbed his hands. She wrapped hers around them and looked straight into his paralyzed eyes.

“Your fear of offending a woman when you like her a lot.”

Roger stammered as she moved her face to his forehead. She gave him a short kiss on the forehead, and put her arm around him.

“You’re holding aces, Roger. Play the hand, and take what comes. We’re partners, and we can be more.”

Roger softened as they started walking towards the stairwell door.

“Let’s get something to eat. I think we both have some analysis to go over. Of each other.”

Vanessa smirked into empty sky, with a knowing look on her face.