(Author’s Note: Nothing. Chickenpox is running rampant in the schools here, and I have to be very careful now. Washing hands, etc. everyday. It’s annoying. Here’s today’s fictioneers.)
© Ted Strutz
Let Love Be The Leader
by Miles H. Rost
Annika Lane peeked out from behind the tree, hearing the purr of the Shelby Cobra Mustang creeping close.
Once she saw it, she picked up her backpack and ran. Jumping in the window, she snapped her seatbelt and yelled “go!”
Tire marks were all that were left behind as the driver and his young lady blazed a trail as far from the area as possible.
“Where are we going, Luke?”
Luke Palumbo looked back.
“Somewhere were love will lead us. We’ll catch the ferry. Then drive until empty.”
She smiled, knowing their safety was a mere ferry ride away.
(Author’s note: As you can tell, I have finished with my job in Korea. I am on a “working vacation” while I get things ready for my move to the land down under. If you want to see what I’ve been busy on, please go read the Warrior series of stories that have been put up over the last month. Can’t wait to hear from you all. And now, here’s today Friday Fictioneers post.)
Be Good To Yourself
by Miles H. Rost
The door burst open, a flash of grey and black rushing past the kitchen counter.
Within a 3 minute timeframe, another flash of white, black, and red barreled into the rest of the kitchen. At a breakneck speed, refrigerators were opened, utensils used, ingredients piled, and sandwiches made. At the same speed, everything was put back or wrapped up in plastic bags.
For a moment, Dan Magnum looked around the kitchen, his brown hair still moving from the activeness he just displayed.
“Alright. Sandwiches made, clothes changed, suitcase in the car. It’s vacation time!”
He grabbed his sandwiches, got in his car, and zipped down the road to his next destination: Nothing.