(Author’s note: Happy new year, everyone! Here’s to your 2016, and here’s the last Fictioneers of the year. Hope to have more stuff in 2016 besides Friday Fictioneers.)
© Jean L. Hays
by Miles H. Rost
Eyes stared out of the window of the coffee shop.
The windows of the real estate office across the street were suddenly covered with darkening window hangings.
Half of the people in the coffee shop looked in shock, while the other half kept drinking their lattes like nothing had happened.
One person knelt in the street, looking into the eyes of their loved one. The loved one looked up, the energy in their eyes slowly melting away.
She called for help. Called for someone to call an ambulance. She looked into the eyes of the people in the coffee shop.
They all turned back to their coffee.
Author’s note – Trying my best to do more than just fictioneers stuff on here, but kinda stuck dealing with pre-grad studies “crunk”. Hope to be back in form next week.
© Sandra Crook
The Club At The End Of The Street
by Miles H. Rost
The bubble popped in Carlotta’s mouth.
“So, where are we going?”
“I found a little place. In fact, look down the street. See the man holding a cigar?”
“Yeah, I see him.”
“We’re gonna go clubbing tonight.”
She looked at her boyfriend and smiled. Finally, doing something she wanted to do. She hopped up and down as they walked down the small “street”. They finally reached the man with the cigar. He sneered.
“What’s the password?”
“Club a baby seal for a better deal,” her boyfriend replied.
“Great! Have fun!”
Cigar man handed her boyfriend a hunk of wood.
“Whatcha gonna do with that?” she asked.
“I did say we’d go ‘clubbing’,” he said, as he bopped her over the head.
Welcome back for another Friday Fictioneers set. If you haven’t already read the latest (and according to some, my best) Mayumi story so far, please go check out “We All Sleep Alone”
*Author’s Note: Some have been having trouble seeing the video. If you are having trouble, go to Youtube, and look up “So Far Away” by Dire Straits. You’ll get the feelin’.
copyright Jan Wayne Fields
So Far Away
by Miles Rost
Everything was ready on the table.
Danny got home from work, and expertly prepared a beautiful crown roast of lamb, with mint sauce, lightly fried potatoes, and thin-sliced green beans. All of her favorites.
He set the table with the good plates, the excellent glasses, and everything. His crowning achievement of making dinner, a big one, was complete.
He looked out the window towards the street, the patio bereft of life. He looked out the window for a long time.
It was after about 30 minutes of looking that he realized he was eating alone for the night.
His beautiful wife, his love, would not be making it home for dinner.