(Author’s note: I am hoping, very soon, to be able to do longer stories like did a couple years ago. Biggest problem: Exhaustion after work. The job I do is mind-numbing. I come home, and I fall asleep. Doubly so on days when I exercise. So, here’s to hoping things work soon. In the meantime, here’s today’s fictioneers.)
by Miles H. Rost
“Dad, you’re only 51. You’re gonna die if you keep doing that.”
My cousin was berating her dad. He just finished scarfing down a triple monster cheeseburger, 2 hand pies, and a thick chocolate shake, all while lighting up an unfiltered cigarette.
He paused, and looked her straight in the eye.
“Lindsey, what do I do for a living?”
“You work at the mine.”
“And what do I mine for?”
“What’s another name for vermiculite?”
“And what does asbestos do?”
“Gives you lung cancer.”
He sat back, and gave her a smile.
“Enjoy every minute of this life, Sherry.”