Friday Fictioneers – Waiting For An Answer

(Author’s note: I’m not sure exactly what it is, but my job has given me a few issues regarding rest and sleep. Mentally, my job is exhausting. And writing after a hard day is one of those things that I have been endeavoring to do, but yet many times failing over this summer period. I’m hoping to get better, but I’m not sure what that will look like.

Until then, you have today. And a Fictioneers post from me. Enjoy!)

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© Dale Rogerson

Waiting For An Answer

by Miles H. Rost

“Well?”

Carlos looked back from the window, blinking his eyes to readjust.

“Well what?”
“Have you paid any attention to what I’m asking?”
“Yes. I just don’t know what you want.”

Debra looked him dead in the eye.

“I’m waiting for an answer about moving in together.”

Carlos thought for a moment, recalling all the events they had apart. He snickered as he thought about them.

“Well?”

He stood and smiled.

“No. We are not moving in together.”
“WHAT?! What do you mean?”
“I mean, I’m not living with you. I don’t need a hen in my house. We’re through.”

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Friday Fictioneers – Car Wash

(Author’s Note: Adjusting to two computers is a bit of fun, but also a bit of work. Especially when everything you need to do is on one computer…except for important stuff. Anyhow, here’s today’s fictioneers. Also, if you get a chance, go on over to my last Fictioneers story, which I forgot to add to the list last week: https://musicandfiction.com/2018/11/22/friday-fictioneers-so-flows-the-current)

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© Nick Allen

Car Wash

by Miles H. Rost

“Oy! Marty! You need more 5W30!”

Marty Fieldman looked at his new full-service car wash and oil service, and sighed. Barely a week open, and so popular that he couldn’t keep product in stock.

“Got an order in for it. It’ll be here tomorrow.”

“You’re on your last four, man.”

Rico was hid faithful assistant, but always ended up sounding more like a nagging parent.

Marty sighed and dropped 30 dollars into Rico’s hands.

“Get 8 quarts, or we close up 5W30 service for the day.”

“Right on, boss.”

He smiled at his employees, currently buffing a Mustang.

“It’s all worth it.”

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