(Author’s note: I’m trying to get things done earlier most days, but the last couple weeks have been killer on me. Hope to have everything a few hours earlier starting next week.)
© Jean L. Hays
by Miles H. Rost
“The party is about to start, and you’ve done nothing!”
Maria smiled as she looked at her scolding sister.
“I’m learning a lot! When I become a dancer, I won’t have to worry about cleaning.”
“Maria, when you become a dancer, you’re going to take care of me!”
Maria looked at her beautiful, yet busy sister and grinned.
“Only when you finally marry Fernando.”
A plate dropped and clattered. Maria’s sister looked back at her, aghast.
Suddenly, a head popped into the kitchen.
“Did someone call?”
Maria smiled. Her sister sputtered, as he waved and closed the door.
Author’s note: Since classes will soon be starting up again, I will likely be updating with mostly Friday Fictioneers stuff and short writings that result from my “argle-bargle” sessions of getting frustrated with being a grad student. At the very least, enjoy today’s selection for Friday Fictioneers.
The Winter of My Disk Content
by Miles H. Rost
“Why did we travel an hour to this place for food?!”
Chandra Barker was not a happy person, and her fiancee, Mark, knew it. He sat her down on a bench and looked her in the eye.
“When I was 9, my teenaged sister and I came here for fun. We had these cinnamon flat disks for a snack, before we went onto the ice. It was the last thing that we ate together before the day she fell through the ice. Coming here is a reminder of what we used to do.”
She looked at him, and a tear fell.
“And you wanted to share this memory with me?”
She planted her lips firmly on his cheek, appreciating the gesture.