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 – Whatever Happens

(Author’s note: I will be doing some updates on this Chuseok weekend. I will also post a big personal non-story update, to give people an idea of what’s to come with Music and Fiction. In the meantime, here’s today’s fiction!)

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PHOTO PROMPT © Shaktiki Sharma

Whatever Happens

by Miles H. Rost

 Devon plopped the lump of clay on the wheel.

She cut and removed pieces she didn’t need, like pieces of her life that were unusable. She slowly formed the rounded lump with her hands. Pushing and pulling the clay, smoothing it out with water, she slowly developed it into a shapely, beautiful vase.

She pulled out a brush and some glaze. She pulled out a small tin, and mixed the grey powder into the small jar of glaze. She painted the fired vase, and put it back in for more firing.

The final product stood in the entryway, a tribute to her dearly lost husband, who was now a part of the beautiful vase.

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