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Friday Fictioneers – Kisses In The Rain

(Author’s Note: Activity has been low in the last little while due to a few issues. One of the things I’m doing is working really hard on a different project that will help me clear a piece of debt. I am hoping to write more, but it may not be until the new year before I do. Some cases are just a little harder than others. But, while I’m here, have a story!)

© David Stewart (The Green-Walled Tower)

Kisses In The Rain
by Miles H. Rost


“Whoa!”

Tina slipped backwards, as she felt a tug on her knit scarf. She fell into something hard, which she realized was a man’s chest. Just as she landed, a speeding metro bus sped by.

“Gotta watch out, especially in this weather,” the man said, his voice steady and measured, but a little high.

She looked up, and gave a smile of thanks.

“Now, make sure you look both ways.”

The man set her up on her feet, and he picked up his briefcase. With a doff of his hat, he rushed off.

She looked.

She blinked.

“WHAT THE HELL?!?!”

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Friday Fictioneers – Hangin’ By A Thread

(Author’s note: I have been gone for the last two weeks, due to an unfortunate car accident which left me in outpatient recovery. Dealing with the drama, I was unable to really concentrate on writing until today. So here is today’s fictioneers, hobbled as I may be.)

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© Jean Hays

Hangin’ By A Thread

by Miles H. Rost

The last shot.

Mitch was called to the abandoned market off Highway 66. His girlfriend wanted to talk. They had been going through a rough patch, started by a casual off-word about her life choices.

He figured this was his last shot at making up with a woman who truly loved.

He downed the whiskey and sat on the trunk of his large Cadillac. He waited until he heard the familiar whine of her VW Beetle.

The Beetle stopped in front. The window rolled down.

She leveled the shotgun and fired.

The radiator exploded.

She peeled out.

Mitch stood there, stone-faced.

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Friday Fictioneers – One Day To Fly

(Author’s Note: I’d like to give a shout out to Jason E. Gillikin, a good friend of mine who I have had the pleasure of contacting and being in contact with for many years. We both grew in our writing, and he is the Editor in Chief of Caffeinated Press, an anthology publisher based out of Grand Rapids, Michigan. He has helped me, in many ways, to get back to writing the way it should be. If you get a chance, you should visit his website: http://www.jegillikin.org/ )

© Piya Singh

One Day To Fly

by Miles H. Rost

Leo shot up in his bed.

Never one to dally, he reached over to the table and grabbed a charcoal pencil and his paper, and started to sketch.

A smooth nose, sleek lines jutting back from the rounded nose. A bump on the top towards the front, and a long tubular body. Each part of the drawing called upon the memory of his dream, the horror and awe of what he imagined.

Two ellipses, flattened, bisected the main body, rounding on either side, but thin enough to look like the blade of a knife.

The vision of da Vinci was masterful.