(Author’s note: Merry Christmas, everyone! I hope to have more fiction that isn’t fictioneers based coming up soon. The biggest problem is that winter camp preparation is taking up a LOT of my time, and it’s annoying. 55 days until I am done with this job, and a couple more after before I go back to America. Here’s today’s fictioneers, and a Merry Christmas to all again!)
I Got The Message
by Miles H. Rost
The stack of hats to the ceiling should have been the first clue.
The newest club here in Portland was supposed to be hip, the biggest place, and there was a line down the block to prove it.
I never take off my hat for anyone.
And here’s a big hulking monster named Tiny telling me I need to take off my hat.
“I never take off my hat!” I said, for the 54th time since entering the club.
“Tiny” looked at me and put his fist through a nearby wall.
I got the message…