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

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© 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?”

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Friday Fictioneers: Terrace Gardening

Welcome to Friday Fictioneers at Music and Fiction. Not much music today, but you definitely get the fiction!

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Terrace Gardening

“Heya, Pete.”

“Yo, Charlie.”

“Getting ready for the new harvest season?”

“Yep.”

“Any major plans on what you’re planting?”

“Nope.”

“Can I throw my toilet waste down the back of your hill?”

“Sure.”

Charlie looked at Pete funny, and waited for a response. After a minute of no words, he got fed up.

“I thought you’d be mad.”

“Mad? For free fertilizer for my crops? Add goat manure, and it’s a sure bumper crop!”

Charlie frowned.

“Foiled again!”