(Author’s note: Well, I did it. I got the full-time job. This means a little more security, and means a little more stability for my writing schedule. I am hoping to be back up to speed fully. Also, my health has taken a turn for the better, so I am celebrating. Enjoy today’s fictioneers.)
by Miles H. Rost
20 years passed since I left high school. I did things many of my classmates didn’t, in that time.
I left Minnesota, I left the United States, I left the Western Hemisphere, and the Northern too.
The funny thing is: I missed some of my classmates.
Tarik, the funny man of my choir days, keeps Minnesota’s air pure.
Dave’s doing great farm work in the Dakotas. Margot is keeping America’s workers safe. Adrienne is helping people achieve their best, and Chad’s keeping the mail moving.
Some of our paths chosen, some chosen for us. But for one weekend, we are together.