(Author’s note: A month has gone by. Life has been crazy, the hours have not been consistent. Such is what happens when you have overtime, as well as multiple appointments for things like the dentist and the doctor. Thankfully things are getting a little more consistent, and should be more regular post-Halloween. Here’s today’s fictioneers!)
by Miles H. Rost
“How can I help ya?” “GYAH!”
Portia jumped back as an old man with unkempt hair popped up from behind a makeshift counter.
“Sorry for scaring ya, miss. What do ya need?” “Are you Dr. Chambers?” “I am.” “I was sent over from the dean of the History Department.” “Ah, have they decided on whether to approve my class schedule, and move me out of this dreary office?” “Uh…” “What is it?” “You might want to read it.”
He took the note and opened it. His eyes moved like a typewriter.
“Lifetime Achievement Award?! The Bastards are they retiring me!”
Hey there, everyone. Last week was a killer for me, on many fronts. I couldn’t do half of what I wanted to do. The good news is that I will have time this week to do some major writing, so keep up on it. Here’s today’s fiction:
copyright Melanie Greenwood
Hedging Your Bets
by Miles Rost
“I just put in my notice.”
Mark Jackson had a look on his face that was bliss. His cube-mate, Jesse Blaylock, wasn’t so sure.
“So, you’re going to quit without an exit plan?”
“Absolutely not. I have that plan. I’m going to take the first job that I get, and while I work at that one, I’ll work on my passion.”
Jesse’s eye went up at that.
“And what if you don’t find a job?”
“That’s the beauty of it. They’re always looking for someone. I will do any job, just as long as I don’t have to work at this place.”
“You, sir, have faith. If I don’t get to see you go today, here’s to hoping the maze don’t get ya.”