Friday Fictioneers – Read My Lips

(Author’s note: Hoping to have some longer stories up soon. Just need to get through the testing week next week, then there’s 4 months of nothing but classes. (Thankfully). Here’s today’s fictioneers, with a second peek from Marie Osmond!)

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© Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Read My Lips

by Miles H. Rost

The knock at the door was persistent. She leaned out the door of her shower and called out that she was coming.

Wrapped in a simple periwinkle towel, she walked to the door and cracked it open.

“Helena!”

“Paul?! It’s 11:30! What are you doing here?”

“I needed to see you. Something bad just happened.”

Helena let him in and he immediately bolted to the couch.

“Alright, what happened?”

“I lost your ring.”

“What ring?”

“The ring I was going to give you tomorrow night,  to ask you to marry me.”

Helena blinked. Twice. Then pounced.

“Read my lips.”

She mouthed “yes”.

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Friday Fictioneers – There’s No Stopping Your Heart

Author’s Note: I want to drop two things for new people who are part of the world of mine, the Music and Fiction world.

The first is a good friend of mine who runs her own blog, called “Oh My Gloss“. She deals more with cosmetics, and a lot of it is from Korean companies. However, Sarah (the blogmaster) really has a lot of good advice and products. Take a quick step over, if you can, and take a look. And tell her that Music and Fiction sent you.

The second is for a great person who has been overcoming a lot of difficulties to become a real good person in the world of cosplay (costume play, aka dressing up and having fun.) Mosey on over to Precious Pearl Cosplay and Cats, on Facebook, and see a little look at what she does. She’s pretty good on things, and is responsive. She is also living out a dream as a vet assistant, hence the cats part of her page. Check it out.

Anyhow, long enough to talk…here’s today’s Fictioneers, with an old favorite song of mine from my childhood:

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© Dale Rogerson

There’s No Stopping Your Heart

 

by Miles H. Rost

“How many has that been, Kelly?”

Kelly Mangum looked at the two bouquets on the office table.

“I believe that’s six in two weeks.”

Frieda, her co-worker, was perplexed by this. She was the redhead with the killer bod, and she got no flowers. Kelly was a simple girl, yet kept getting bouquets galore.

“So, what’s your secret?”

Kelly smiled and directed Frieda to come closer.

“I mean what I say and say what I mean. He’s crazy for me, because I’m honest.”

Frieda blinked. Is it that simple? she thought.

“It’s that simple. Be honest, and you’ll get attention.”

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