(Author’s note: The last couple weeks have been hell. I’m now at a point where I can do a lot more with my time, and hopefully will be able to update a lot more and answer things. Next week, I should be on time with my writing…depending on whether I’ll be writing on a plane or not. Otherwise, enjoy today’s Valentine’s Day writing piece!)
© Dale Rogerson
In Your Eyes
by Miles H. Rost
His plane touched down at 4:30.
By 6:00, he was gazing into the eyes of someone he waited years to see.
“But you grew since you’ve been gone.”
“I grew up, but for what? We could have been married by now”
She looked away, but returned to his gaze.
“But you wouldn’t be you now. And you, now, are the one I choose.”
He kept gazing into the brown and green pools of her eyes. Reading.
“For me to make up for lost time.”
She blushed, still holding her gaze.
“It’s snowing. Come, let’s get warm.”
(Author’s Note: I have this strange feeling that I’m about to get blindsided with something at work, and things are in a lot of flux right now. I’ll be continuing at this level until, likely, February. To which I’ll be packing up and on the way back to the States. So I’ll try to keep up. Just beware. Here’s today’s fictioneers!)
© Sandra Crook
by Miles H. Rost
Preston’s first date in 12 years shouldn’t have ended up like this: Stuck on the interstate in a traffic jam.
He also didn’t expect his date to be flushed and shaking.
“Melanie, what’s going on now?”
“I…can’t hold on much longer.”
Preston’s eyes nervously looked over.
“You gotta hold on! Grrrrrr…”
He looked to his right. Clearance.
He gunned the engine and sped past a light pole. Fingers and horns went everywhere.
Minutes later, he finally pulled up to a building. He quickly got out and opened the door for Melanie.
She bounced out, tabby cat latched to her arm.