(Author’s note: With the final part of my Korean experience finally complete, I now focus on the next phase of life. This means that Music and Fiction will likely get an upgrade/update in some way. Once I get settled back in a routine, this should happen. Until then, it’s Fictioneers and other stories I plan to write. Hope you enjoy today’s offering!)
© Bjorn Rudberg
The Road Not Taken
by Miles H. Rost
“Daddy, do you ever wish you did something different?”
Paul looked down at his daughter, 9 years old and ever inquisitive.
“There are one or two things, sweetie. But, then you wouldn’t be here. That’s not a wish I would make.”
She put her arms around his waist, and hugged tightly.
“Do you regret losing your arm?”
He looked down at his sweetie, and sadly smiled.
“My arm saved 4 men in Iraq, sweetie. I would not trade that, no.”
Paul swept his arm under her and picked her up.
“Honey, my arm brought me home. No regrets.”
“I love you, Daddy!”
(Author’s note: Well, exams are coming to an end. I will be able to do some new fiction in the very near future, and am preparing a few stories for publication on this blog. In the meantime, I am attempting to fundraise to start my full Master’s program here at the University of Melbourne. If anyone is interested, go ahead and visit my GoFundMe page, so you can contribute. Here’s today’s offering for Friday Fictioneers.)
I Will Remember You
by Miles H. Rost
Pete Meyer shut down the fan boat, as he traveled through the Everglades.
“Hey, Berkeley! Look over here.”
Berkeley Bryant turned his head to the swampland and stared.
“That’s a pipe. And it’s not an irrigation one.”
They slowly moved the boat over to the pipe, and attempted to pull it up. Taking 20 minutes to do so, they finally wrenched it out of the slop.
“What type of pipe?”
Berkeley looked down, blinked, and looked out amongst the swamp.
“Fuel intake for a DC-9.”
“DC-9? Wasn’t that…”
Berkeley took off his hat, and put it on his heart.
Valujet Flight 592 – Crashed May 11, 1996