(Author’s note: A lot of things have been happening. I hope to be back to weekly posting next week. Depends on everything. Here we go with today’s Fictioneers!)
© Lisa Fox
Chan Chan by Miles H. Rost
Ernie loved the wind in his hair as he rode his motorcycle across the dusty land.
He got his reputation for being a daredevil during his long journey through various lands, seeing people and doing deadly things “in the name of the Revolution.” It was one of the few things that allowed him the time away from the many jobs he did, to think and to let the steam off. It was one of the last times he rode, for he needed to start training the irregulars. He was always readied for the next day. The day he would die.
(Author’s note: So, to honor the purchase of my first new vehicle (as in less than 5 years old), I am celebrating while writing something related to transportation. Here we go, enjoy today’s fictioneers…involving someone famous!)
Hot Rod Hearts
by Miles H. Rost
“Holy…Jan, is that you?!”
His voice rang across the Hollywood lot, as Jan turned around.
“I didn’t know you were here!”
Jan gave him that mischevious smile she always gave.
“Yeah, you did. You see me every Monday at 8.”
“Still…I figured I wouldn’t actually run into you at all.”
She stood tall and confident, the same rebellious spirit Robbie saw in her years ago.
“You know, I still have the motorcycle.”
“That old thing? Still runs?”
“Nah. Lots of memories with it. The shot that launched your career. Remember?”
“Yeah,” she sighed, “It got me to WKRP.”