(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!”
Becky “Spins” Hoffman was going for maximum effect.
The captain of the women’s baseball team at the local uni, her arm was well known as a lethal weapon.
What people didn’t know is that when challenged, her pranks were the other weapon she would use.
Using a little chemistry knowhow, she prepared the eggs sitting in the carton to the right specifications for this night. As her teammate sped, Becky fired egg after egg. Red, white, and blue splatters showed themselves.
They contrasted the red of the fluttering Soviet flag, and the face of the angry professor who owned it.
A bit under the weather in this post-halloween time period. Sinuses clogged, lingering cough. This is one reason I don’t like teaching children. Anyhow, here’s the story for this week’s Friday Fictioneers
copyright – Melanie Greenwood
Chairman of the Bored
by Miles Rost
“Alright, so we finally got the plan together,” Chelsey said, pointedly.
“First, we’ll file our nails and act like we’re bored,” Natasha replied, pointing at a picture of a nail file.
“Then, when the professor’s back is turned, we’ll yawn loudly and fidget like a sugar-eating ADHD child,” Marie proclaimed, pointing to the open mouth picture.
“And finally, when he’s so frustrated with us that he kicks us out of the lecture, we go off and get drunk at The Corner!”
All three nodded and put their hands in the middle of the table.