(Author’s Note: Major things happen in life. Gives me more of a chance to do what I love. I will be back at this soon, full steam. Until then, here’s a new Fictioneers posting!)
© J. Hardy Carroll
by Miles H. Rost
He gripped onto the pipe that held his chains.
He didn’t have much strength left, being chained in an abandoned building for two long days. He was getting very weak, and he didn’t have long before the goons would return.
With a mighty grunt, he pushed. He jostled. He thrashed.
With a large groan and a snap, the pipe broke, his chained hands now free from his hanging death sentence.
As he started to move towards the large warehouse door, he heard them coming. Seeing a 2×4 nearby, he snatched it up and hid.
He freed himself. Now, time to free the goons from themselves.
(Author’s note: Well, exams are coming to an end. I will be able to do some new fiction in the very near future, and am preparing a few stories for publication on this blog. In the meantime, I am attempting to fundraise to start my full Master’s program here at the University of Melbourne. If anyone is interested, go ahead and visit my GoFundMe page, so you can contribute. Here’s today’s offering for Friday Fictioneers.)
I Will Remember You
by Miles H. Rost
Pete Meyer shut down the fan boat, as he traveled through the Everglades.
“Hey, Berkeley! Look over here.”
Berkeley Bryant turned his head to the swampland and stared.
“That’s a pipe. And it’s not an irrigation one.”
They slowly moved the boat over to the pipe, and attempted to pull it up. Taking 20 minutes to do so, they finally wrenched it out of the slop.
“What type of pipe?”
Berkeley looked down, blinked, and looked out amongst the swamp.
“Fuel intake for a DC-9.”
“DC-9? Wasn’t that…”
Berkeley took off his hat, and put it on his heart.
Valujet Flight 592 – Crashed May 11, 1996