Friday Fictioneers – What’s Love Got To Do With It?

(No News. Just me. Here’s your fictioneers!)

ted-strutzs-town

© Ted Strutz

What’s Love Got To Do With It?

by Miles H. Rost

Her hand impacted the side of Mitch’s angular face.

It hurt.

Mitch just looked down at his diminutive paramour and smirked.

“So when were you going to tell me about Liliana?”
“I wasn’t, Chelsea. You agreed to an open relationship. That’s what it is.”

Chelsea slapped him again, reverse cheek this time.

“I said we should have open feelings, not have an open relationship!”
“And you didn’t say that. I said an open relationship, and you said ‘fine. Let’s be open’.”
“So you tricked me into love, when you were spreading it.”
“What’s love got to do with it, chiquita?”

wpimg

Advertisements

Friday Fictioneers – (240 and) 242

(Author’s note: I’ve been a bit busy with classes and other things, but I hope to get myself back to posting twice a week soon. Otherwise, here’s today’s Fictioneers.)

© Sean Fallon

240 and 242

by Miles H. Rost

“Alright, Ma’am. What happened here?”

“Frankenstein just walked in, and suddenly I started getting hit in the face.”

The two officers blinked.

“And what did you do?”

“I did the only thing I could do, I reached for the jar, put my hand in, and started to throw. One right after another.”

“Did he do anything?”

“He started moving back, away from me, and that’s when it got lodged in his ear.”

“Then what?”

“I tased him.”

The officers shook their heads, and walked over to the unconscious Frankenstein.

“Sir?”

Frankenstein growled.

“We’re charging you with battery.”

“Grrrrrrrnnnnn.”

(Dig that funky bass! Abe Laboriel, everyone!)