Friday Fictioneers – Titles

(Author’s note: Hey, folks! Hoping to be in the clear on things after next week. Spending time focused on my driver’s test. Praying I can pass it correctly. Here’s today’s fictioneers!)

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© Douglas M. MacIlroy

Titles

by Miles H. Rost

She let go with all her skill.

Janie Palmieri watched as the disc flew off into the distance. The last hole of the regional disc golf competition, and she could only watch.

The disc continued to sail on the winds. Like a feather, it floated gently upon the light breeze.

As Janie ran down the hill towards the “hole”, the disc fluttered slightly.

The wind changed direction.

Janie could not look. Her eyes huddled into the crook of her elbow, not wanting to see the faltering.

*Clank*

Cheers erupted. Janie looked up.

The disk lay vertical in the “hole”.

Triumph!

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Friday Fictioneers – Fire Woman

(Author’s note: So, for the first time in a long time, I missed Fictioneers last week. I was on an Amtrak crossing the Northwest quadrant of the US, to visit family in Minnesota. I am on the way back later this week, so I got time to write this week. I will have more about things coming up, but I figured today would be a good day for writing a fictioneers. Enjoy!)

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© Dale Rogerson

Fire Woman

by Miles H. Rost

“Those are the biggest speakers I have ever seen.”

Janelle craned her neck to see the top of the massive sound blasters. Marty just chuckled as he turned knobs.

“These babies should be able to project our band’s sound everywhere.”

Marty smiled as he plugged his guitar into the amp.

“Are you sure you’re not going to go deaf?”

“What? Me? Go deaf? This isn’t “Back To The Future”!”

He lifted his pick, Janelle knowingly jumping behind the couch. He brought it down.

Janelle looked up after the colossal *boom*, seeing Marty fly over her into a table of strawberries.

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