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Friday Fictioneers – Silence and I

(Author’s note: About the time I get back into the swing of things: mandatory overtime. Here’s tonight’s read!)

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© Ronda Del Beccio

Silence And I

by Miles H. Rost

“Mom, guess what?! I got an A–”

“Shut up. I’m watching my show.”

*thump thump*

Professor: “What is your opinion on this, class?”

Student: “Well, we live in a society.–”

Professor: “Not you. Be silent. Gloria?”

Gloria: “We live in a society…”

*thump thump*

“Gina, would you like to get mar–”

“Can we just sit here and not talk?”

*thump thump*

Standing on the edge, looking into the deep 175 feet below.

“Hey! You! Get down from there!”

He heard nothing as he jumped off the bridge, head first.

No wind. No screams. No horns.

Nothing but silence, and the end.

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Friday Fictioneers – Breaking Hearts

(Author’s note: Thank you, everyone, for your notes on last week’s fictioneers. It was a big undertaking, though people may not have known it. Anyhow, here’s this week’s fictioneers!)

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© Sarah Potter

Breaking Hearts (Ain’t What It Used To Be)

by Miles H. Rost

Paul froze, chilled by what he saw.

The old pair of shoes, the ones he used to wear when stepping out, lay sprawled in the back of his closet.

The shoes reminded him of what others termed “the good old days”, the days when free blow and free sex was in high supply.

He violently flung them out the window of his brownstone, one shoe accidentally smashing into a cat perched on top of a garbage can.

Paul moved slowly to his couch, the place he spent the most time. Covered up under a blanket, he awaited his fate.

Alone.

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