(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!)
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.
(Author’s note: Late on the story tonight. In the middle of cleaning the apartment for the next tenant, and getting all my stuff ready to move out. I hope to have a bit more time coming up to get things done, and to do more with the blog.
My time in Korea is ending. I will have a celebration post coming up, along with a State of the Blog very soon…likely while waiting for my flight in 2 weeks. Anyhow, enjoy today’s fictioneers.)
© J.S. Brand
King Of Wishful Thinking
by Miles H. Rost
“What would you do with $10,000,000?”
The longtime fisherman dusted off his hands, and smiled.
“I’d fix this boat up properly, and then take it on a world tour.”
Laughs bubbled from the kids that sat on the dock, watching the old man.
“Your boat won’t go. Hasn’t for two years,” one of the snotty ones remarked.
Henry looked down.
“Sometimes gotta look at reality before experiencing it.”
The kids were silent, as Henry scraped more paint off the keel.
“Can’t work on a boat when your wife is sick, right? King of wishful thinking, y’know.”
They got up and left.