Friday Fictioneers – Digging Up Bones

(Author’s note: I’ve been working overtime, which is one reason why last week had no Fictioneers submission from me. But in my quest to set up healthy habits, including writing 1000 words a day, I’ve now been able to incorporate Friday Fictioneers into that habit section. I am now ready to go. So here’s today, with music from a very underappreciated artist.)

© Alicia Jamtaas

Digging Up Bones

by Miles H. Rost

“All the items you are to take are over there, the rest of the items that are with me and the house are on the other side.”

Paul folded his arms, as Lindsay started to explode.

“That’s it?! That’s all from 15 years of marriage?”
“You really didn’t bring much to it. It shows.”

Lindsay fumed, as she started rifling through the items. She breathed a sigh of relief at finding a set of photo albums.

“Well, at least you didn’t keep the albums.”
“Why would I? I may be a horrible monster, but I know what’s precious to you.”

Friday Fictioneers – Couple Days Off

(Author’s note: I get my couple days off in a few weeks. Hopefully gonna be able to rest. In the meantime, enjoy today’s fictioneers…)

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© Claire Shelton

Couple Days Off

by Miles H. Rost

Brad had more holes in his fingers than a sieve.

He was on staple number 1590, he knew because every time he took one out, it pricked him. This was his punishment, this was his purgatory.

“I really just want to get out of here…”

5PM couldn’t come fast enough, and as soon as he saw the hand hit 12, he quickly stood up and ran for the door.

“Hold it there, bucko,” a familiar, nasal voice piped up from behind him. He knew that Mr. Gibbons was behind him.

“It’s 5, Mr. Gibbons. I’m outta here.”

“Where are your TPS reports?”

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

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Friday Fictioneers – Say It Isn’t Sew

 

PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

Say It Isn’t Sew

by Miles H. Rost

“One more bolt! I need one more bolt!”

Janeane Crawford ran through the fabric store, with five minutes until closing.

She quickly grabbed a random bolt of cloth, and ran to the counter. The checker ran all the purchases through except for the final random bolt.

“Are you sure you want this?”

“Yes. YES! I want it!”

“Are you positive?”

“YES! I NEED THAT CLOTH!”

“Okay…”

She rang it through. Suddenly, from the corners of the store, a loud noise rang forth. It was like the sound of 1000 sewing machines revving up.

“What the…”

The checker smiled evilly.

“You got gabardine. And now you must pay for it…”

Janeane cried, as the checker laughed maniacally, showing her the total.