(Author’s note: Post-trip, work’s been crazy. Hence why I haven’t been on here. But I’m back for today. And here’s today’s fictioneers)
Sharp Dressed Man
by Miles H. Rost
“I met her at one of the writing club’s outings.”
Delvin adjusted his tie, making sure that it was straight and neat.
“She had interesting ideas about characters, and I wanted to find out more. So we’re going out tonight.”
Delvin turned from the mirror and presented himself to his sister.
“You look good. Getting older, but looking good,” she said, while crossing one of her stitches.
“If we’re going to go see a nice play, I want to shine.”
“If you wanted to shine, you’d have shaved and polished your head.”
Delvin stifled a chortle.
“I’m gonna use that.”
RIP Dusty Hill of ZZ Top. 72 years young, on the way to La Grange.
Welcome, fans and friends. Don’t forget to read my last long-piece: “A View From Your Window”. It’s a beautiful piece. Anyhow, here’s this week’s fictioneers piece:
copyright – Janet Webb
Portal al Puerto
Sandy was up for the morning, and couldn’t go back to sleep. She knew that she had to be at the U for class by 9, and 7:30 was much too early.
She walked into the bathroom and did her hair. As she brushed the silky blonde locks, she noticed a small little “rip” on the edge of the mirror. She touched it, and pulled back on it.
She noticed, on the other “side” of this mirror, was a doorway. A sideways doorway. She pushed the doorway open, and was immediately sucked in, her skin stretching as she was devoursed by the portal.
The door immediately closed, and the mirror resealed itself. That was the last time anyone saw Sandy…for nearly 5 years.