(Author’s note: August and September are typically busy times for me at work, so my output may be less… not that it’s much of a departure from previous. Here’s today’s Fictioneers!)
© Krista Strutz
Walking On A Thin Line
by Miles H. Rost
Stewart grabbed his handkerchief and wiped his eyes.
He didn’t want to cry. Seeing the bald eagle that landed on the memorial above him, though, broke everything. He remembered walking off the plane all those years ago. The spit. The urine. The look of disgust on the faces of his classmates when they came to visit his mother, and found him there. The days alone in his apartment, wondering if that day was his last. It started looking up when Kristi entered his life, but there was still those memories. It was this day, though, where that eagle validated everything.
Thanks to Keith Hillman for the Frog
(Author’s note: Helping friends out with their issues here in Korea. Seems to me like I was sent back to Korea for precisely this moment. Future writings are coming, that are non-fictioneers. Here we go with today’s, though!)
© Rich Vosa
Brave New World
by Miles H. Rost
“It’s been 7 years since I’ve been home. I’m worried about what I’m going to find.”
He looked at his friend, Cord, as he was ready to board his plane at Gate A19.
“You’ve been through hell in Vietnam. You’ve taken some time and got recharged. It’s time for you to go home and see people.”
He looked at Cord sadly.
“But what if they’re like all the others who’ve been spitting on our comrades, pouring urine over them, and all that.”
“I think you’ll find that most of those stories are in the bigger cities. You’re going to Muncie, Indiana. Not happening.”
He breathed a sigh of relief, as he handed his ticket to the gate clerk.