(Author’s note: The subject of today’s writing seemed a bit obvious, so I figured I’d go with an obvious choice for music and theme. Enjoy!)
© C.E. Ayr
Postcards from Paris
by Miles H. Rost
Percy, the great lawyer, expert toastmaster, had no words.
He peered across the city from his temporary office. He had very little time to see the “City of Love”, with a merger that was looming over him. Once it completed, he sat back and took a breath.
He opened his briefcase and pulled out another folder. Looking through the paperwork, he sighed. He glanced at the Eiffel Tower, then at the Arc du Triomphe, and finally pushed the paperwork into the auto shredder.
He pulled out his phone and hit 1.
“Honey, Merger’s done. Set up the counseling appointment. I’m there. ”
(Author’s note: I have started a new job. This means I have to adjust schedules. This also means that my writing may be later. But please, make sure that you stop by. I hope to eventually get onto a later shift, but that may be months down the road. Until then, you’ll have to work with me. Enjoy today’s work!)
© Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Friend Like You
by Miles H. Rost
“Thanks for helping me move this, Helen.”
Helen gazed away and muttered “you’re welcome.”
Terrence looked from the glass bowl on the table, over at her. He remembered when he first met her, a short Korean lady sitting down front in economics.
“Helen? Are you okay?”
He blinked. Then turned.
“What’s troubling you?”
Helen looked up into his eyes, then quickly turned when she made contact.
Terrence walked over to her, and lightly put his hands on her shoulders.
“How long?” he said, musing.
“You’re not the only one.”
She looked up, shocked.
He kissed her forehead.