Friday Fictioneers – Kisses In The Rain

(Author’s Note: Activity has been low in the last little while due to a few issues. One of the things I’m doing is working really hard on a different project that will help me clear a piece of debt. I am hoping to write more, but it may not be until the new year before I do. Some cases are just a little harder than others. But, while I’m here, have a story!)

© David Stewart (The Green-Walled Tower)

Kisses In The Rain
by Miles H. Rost


“Whoa!”

Tina slipped backwards, as she felt a tug on her knit scarf. She fell into something hard, which she realized was a man’s chest. Just as she landed, a speeding metro bus sped by.

“Gotta watch out, especially in this weather,” the man said, his voice steady and measured, but a little high.

She looked up, and gave a smile of thanks.

“Now, make sure you look both ways.”

The man set her up on her feet, and he picked up his briefcase. With a doff of his hat, he rushed off.

She looked.

She blinked.

“WHAT THE HELL?!?!”

Come and read! I dare you!

Friday Fictioneers – Punk Rock

Good day, everyone! This blog is about to go boom, as in explode with people visiting soon. I have a facebook page that people can come and visit (and like) at this link. I’m also on Twitter, just look for @MusicAndFiction

Also, before I go with the show today, make sure you read over the last two stories that have come out. These are big ones, what I call the “normal” stories. Get inspired, get involved, and enjoy them. You can read “Angelia” and “We Fight Another Day” at the links. 

Now, time for the Friday Fictioneers story!

Copyright – Marie Gail Stratford

Punk Rock

by Miles Rost

Three guys, drunk as sin, walking home from a punk concert and pub crawl. All three passed by a window.

“Oi! Wot ya take an eye at that!”

“Wow! It’s got spikes an’ everything!”

“Yeah! That’s definitely punk!”

All three roared out in laughter, as they kept walking past.

After a few moments, the pile of rocks started to lift up from where it was. Underneath it popped out a head.

“Oooh! I really like this style! I think this hat will go great with my rhino-stone dress,” the head said, standing up straight. Under the hat was a very stylish socialite, opening her very expensive purse.

“The hat rocks, ma’am,” the store owner said, as he chuckled while collecting the money.