(Author’s note: Nothing again. Have a great week, and enjoy today’s fictioneers…with a song that many of you will likely never have heard, but will fall in love with.)
© Roger Bultot
Love Is A Mystery
by Miles H. Rost
He sat at the counter of the diner, waiting for the other customers to leave. He’d be the last customer in there before the sign was flipped closed.
He took his last sip of coffee, when he heard the clicking of heels got closer.
“Miranda, it’s good to hear your shoes again.”
Miranda snorted, as she helped her date from the counter chair.
“No luck finding someone new?” she asked with a sneer
“Nah. Just found myself down here. Waiting for you to come get me.”
She smiled. She didn’t know why, but she just couldn’t give up him up.
(Author’s Note: Great response from people last week. Sorry I haven’t responded, but I am working on it. Now that a job has been secured, boomba…more time to do things. Here’s today’s Fictioneers.)
© Ted Strutz
The Colour Of Love
By Miles H. Rost
“Alright, Monica. We have only a few hours before tide comes back in. Think you can paint the scenery?”
Monica looked up at her teacher with her eyes full of worry.
“Monica, you’re going to do just fine.”
She pointed to the hulking dam in the distance and exploded her hands outward.
“No, Monica. The dam won’t break. Remember, I’m here with you. If anything happens, I got you.”
She smiled, and warmly hugged his waist. She picked up her palette and dipped into some Prussian blue.
Her teacher watched as she silently painted. He knew his daughter was safe.