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Friday Fictioneers – Providence

© David Stewart

Providence
by Miles H. Rost

Marsha didn’t know what to do.

Nearly everyone she knew, even clergy, attempted to exert pressure on her to kill the child she carried. The child of a megalomaniacal old man who would execute an entire generation of people over one more dime.

She knelt, weeping, in the garden prison that was the mansion in Geneva, strands of hemp rope on her palm.

*click*

The creaking of the gate caught her attention, and she saw one of her friends peek her head through.

“C’mon, Marsha. We’ll get you somewhere safe.”

Without hesitating, Marsha jumped up and ran, her providence received.

You know you want to… Click it.
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Friday Fictioneers – Jump

(Author’s note: I haven’t been to many people’s blogs lately. I haven’t been doing comments. Work has been very tough, and tiredness is a problem. I’m therefore changing some of my habits. I hope to be a bit more…focused coming forth. Starting this week. Now…JUMP!)

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(look to your left, it’s right there.)

Jump!

by Miles H. Rost

“Jump!”

Racquon Phillips was surrounded. A brick wall of a man in front of him, a tall lanky weirdo covering on his left.

“Racquon! Jump!”

He himself was six feet tall, but these guys were massive. He didn’t know if he could get the shot off.

“Get ahead and jump!”

Racquon faked left, but no one moved. He was about to move when he saw the hand come straight from the left.

“JUMP!”

He jumped, and let the ball loose. It arced up, looking large as it approached the backboard.

Everyone stared as it started descending, hit the rim, and then…

(Care to find out? Why don’t you end it! I’d love to see what you all think!)

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