(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.
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.