(Author’s Note: Nothing major to report. Just working like I normally do. Enjoy today’s fictioneers, because I think it’s a good one.)
by Miles H. Rost
“It’s been nearly 15 years, Rachel.”
“Since I’ve been on a date like this.”
“The last time you were on a rooftop, watching fireworks and drinking mojitos?”
Charles looked at Rachel with a wan smile.
Rachel’s eyes crinkled, looking deep into his face.
They both scooted closer to each other, her head resting on his shoulder.
“The difference this time is that I’m not in the middle of a war zone.”
Rachel sighed, her displeasure obvious.
“Does it bother you?”
“Nah. I just miss Kandahar. But, I know I’m safe with my big Marine.”
He smiled, watching the fireworks go off.