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Friday Fictioneers – Cirrostratus

Author’s note: None today, just writing.

© Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Cirrostratus

by Miles H. Rost

Tullea set her stuffed cat, bandages on its right paw and ear, on the chair.

She briefly looked out at the cirrostratus clouds in the sky, before smiling, and calling out “Next Patient!”

She walked over to a different chair, where sat a barbie doll with a small knit cap and a blue dress.

“Welcome to the clinic, Ms. Barbie. How are you feeling today?” she asked, waiting a few seconds for the “answer” from the smiling doll. Tullea shook her head, tapping the side.

“An active brain is important, Ms. Barbie, if you’re going to beat your dementia.”

Keep your brain healthy, by clicking the frog and reading the stories!
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Friday Fictioneers – Sandy

(Author’s note: I have been gone the last couple weeks, due to many different issues coming up and rearing their head, such as a digestive issue. I intend on doing more. It’s just taking a little longer to get things moving. Here’s today’s Fictioneers!)

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©Ted Strutz

Sandy

by Miles H. Rost

Jim stood outside the bus depot, cigarette in hand, cold air on his face. A rush of exhaust passed by him as a Greyhound pulled up.

“Sorry, I’m late, Jim,” His partner, Warren, huffed as he ran up the sidewalk towards him.

“This better work, Warren. I quit a job buying lingerie for this.”

“It will. They want to take our work and turn it into a musical.”

Jim crushed his cigarette.

“New York, here we come, eh?”

“Well, let’s see what they say. I just hope they don’t turn Sandy into something strange.”

“Like an Australian?”

Chuckling, they boarded.

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Courtesy of The Disney Odessey

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