(Author’s note: Exam week and essay week is coming next week. That means I may have new stories to put on my blog. I’m not sure, however, due to the X factor of a new job and timeframe. So, here’s to seeing what comes. Otherwise, here’s today’s Friday Fictioneers piece!)
They Rage On
by Miles H. Rost
Diana Cheung looked around, and quickly boarded the bus.
“Dee! Over here!”
In the middle, next to the window, was her man. She smiled, and rushed to the open seat next to him.
“Did anyone see you?” he asked her.
“No. If they did, they aren’t coming.”
Her beau sighed with relief, as she laid her head on his shoulder.
“Are we going to be safe, honey?”
“Once we leave this town, we’ll be fine.”
She looked up at him, a tear falling.
“Was it our fault?”
“No. Love is not our fault.”
He looked out the window as the bus pulled away, the light reflecting off his pale skin.
Before we begin, please make sure to read the latest non-fictioneers story: Poor Boy Long Way From Home. I can guarantee that if you are a foreigner, who also happens to be an English teacher, that’ll be for you. Now, on with the show…
copyright Douglas M. MacIlroy
Lights In The Dark
“Alright, who’s idea was it to put candles near my feet?” Steve asked, annoyed.
“Put them?! No way! They were already there. YOU put your feet there!” Berta replied.
“Then can you explain to me how, when I haven’t moved from this chair, my feet started on fire?”
“You were paying too much attention to your little program on Japanese hand carvings.”
“But I haven’t moved from…”
“Those candles were lit this afternoon. AFTER you killed the power by cutting the outside cords.”
“And I got them turned back on.”
“It’s your fault your feet got burned. Want some peppermint lotion?”