Friday Fictioneers – Cruel Summer

(No note. Just right.)

dawn-in-montreal

© Dale Rogerson

Cruel Summer

by Miles H. Rost

“It’s way too hot.”

Midori looked up at the hazy afternoon sky, the big yellow disk broiling the city of Aomori.

The worst summer on record, and Midori couldn’t go out to enjoy it.

“The pool, the arcade, the beach. All my places, and I can’t go.”

She stared up as the sun slowly meandered across the blue carpet, until she heard a knock.

Her dad walked in.

“Honey, wanna go to the pool?”

Midori’s eyes opened wide.

“You bet!”

As she moved her wheelchair, she grabbed her swimsuit from the bed. The pool was fun, even with no legs.

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Friday Fictioneers – Under The Milky Way Tonight

(Author’s note: Working hard on adjusting my schedule and getting rid of distractions in order to do better work. Also working on plans to put some of these stories on video, like Youtube or Vimeo. We’ll see what happens. Here’s today’s fictioneers, with a bit of The Church involved.)

lights-of-sturgis

© Jan Wayne Fields

Under The Milky Way Tonight

by Miles H. Rost

“All these stars, all this world,” Marina sighed in wonder.

“Takes a lot of work to hang all these up in a picture.”

She looked at Jeramiha, her astronomy partner, and smiled.

“Can you believe that we’re able to gaze up there and see all these different messy stars from ancient times?”

“I can, Marina. Though I prefer to look at the stars through the lens of a photographer. Capturing a perfect moment takes a lot of ingredients.”

“Starlight, alone time, crowd distance, and a nice camping setup?”

Jeramiha looked into Marina’s eyes, and smiled.

“Under the milky way tonight.”

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Friday Fictioneers – Brimstone

(Author’s Note: I am currently working on some new story-work to add to the blog, outside of the Fictioneers realm, but complications with real life have decided to take over and cause issues. So I am not sure when I’ll be putting up more original longer-form work. But, give it time, and I’ll be able to have more for my audience to peruse. In the meantime, here’s a work that I hope gives you some peace over this holiday season.)

 

Brimstone

by Miles H. Rost

“Mom! Come here!”
“What is it?” Mom asked her son, as he looked out the kitchen window.
“Look at the sky!”
“It’s beautiful, honey, but we see the sky all the time.”
“But Mom, look at the color! Don’t you remember what Brian told us?”
She thought back to when her eldest son was still at home.
“When the sky looks like brimstone, you know I’m on my way.”
She smiled, as she heard a familiar sound roll into the driveway, the exhaust of an old 1975 Harley.
“He kept his promise.”
She smiled, as she walked into the living room, awaiting her eldest son’s first hug in 8 years.