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Friday Fictioneers – Ridin’ With The King

(Author’s note: I was unfortunately detained for a month handling the issues of a new roommate for the house. But, since the lease for the new roommates has been sent (and is being signed), I can get back to weekly posts! Here’s the latest!)

© Claire Fuller

Ridin’ With The King

by Miles H. Rost

Leon hoist himself out from under the chassis of a 57′ Bel Air.

He loved to work on the old cars, and having his own shop was a point of pride for the young looking man.

Hearing the familiar dings of a customer pulling up, he walked out into the hot air and shielded his face.

He was looking into a 1977 Ford Mustang with Shelby-Cobra emblems. A 289 engine. Whoever this person was, they knew what they were doing.

“Can I help ya?”

“Can you look under the hood and see if I got a leak?”

Leon grinned.

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Friday Fictioneers – Let Love Be The Leader

(Author’s Note: Nothing. Chickenpox is running rampant in the schools here, and I have to be very careful now. Washing hands, etc. everyday. It’s annoying. Here’s today’s fictioneers.)

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© Ted Strutz

Let Love Be The Leader

by Miles H. Rost

Annika Lane peeked out from behind the tree, hearing the purr of the Shelby Cobra Mustang creeping close.

Once she saw it, she picked up her backpack and ran. Jumping in the window, she snapped her seatbelt and yelled “go!”

Tire marks were all that were left behind as the driver and his young lady blazed a trail as far from the area as possible.

“Where are we going, Luke?”

Luke Palumbo looked back.

“Somewhere were love will lead us. We’ll catch the ferry. Then drive until empty.”

She smiled, knowing their safety was a mere ferry ride away.

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