(Author’s Note: Getting busy. Getting my writing on. Boomba. Enjoy this song throwback!)
PHOTO PROMPT © Janet Webb
by Miles H. Rost
Francine Jameson called out to her husband, waving her arms frantically as he rushed over.
“I found a great specimen! I think this old comb is one from the 1990s.”
Her husband picked it up and examined it.
“I think this is the one from when we first met.”
She smiled at him broadly. “I’m glad we came back here.”
He pulled her close and smiled. “Except this time, you don’t have 500 bees and a nest next to you, pestering you.”
“Well, if you didn’t save me, those bees would have got me.”
“And instead, it was me who got you.”
© Sandra Crook
I’ll Still Be Loving You
by Miles H. Rost
The clock stayed at 9:15 for 15 years. Never moved an inch.
We held hands under that clock. Pledged our love undying.
We held hands, said forever, and gave our first kiss under that clock.
Under that clock, you told me we were having a baby. And when you told me that you miscarried.
I waited for you under that clock, for half the day.
I received the news. You were gone. Instantaneous.
What am I to do now? I cry, I wail, I weep. What do I do?
I heard a click, and looked up.
The hands moved.
(Author’s note: Hey folks! Glad you’re on board. 1.5 weeks left until I pick up sticks and head off to the land Down Under. If you are curious about the latest furor over “The Warrior Series” of stories, go ahead to the story “Unstoppable God, Invincible”. Otherwise, enjoy today’s Friday Fictioneers and be ready for new stories to come in the next week or so!)
© Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Miles H. Rost
The 6 year old’s father walked out into the entryway.
“My child, what are you doing?”
“I’m dancing, papa!”
He started chuckling, smiling down at his little girl.
“Would you like to teach your papa to dance?”
“Of course I want you to dance!”
She put her hand in her dad’s, and showed him how to turn around. He already knew how to do so, but humored his daughter, who loved him so.
“My daughter, you will make a lot of people happy in the future.”
“I know! I will be the best dancer in the world!”
Almost 10 years later…
“…and it is…”
“A perfect 10!”