(Author’s note: I’ve been working overtime, which is one reason why last week had no Fictioneers submission from me. But in my quest to set up healthy habits, including writing 1000 words a day, I’ve now been able to incorporate Friday Fictioneers into that habit section. I am now ready to go. So here’s today, with music from a very underappreciated artist.)
Digging Up Bones
by Miles H. Rost
“All the items you are to take are over there, the rest of the items that are with me and the house are on the other side.”
Paul folded his arms, as Lindsay started to explode.
“That’s it?! That’s all from 15 years of marriage?” “You really didn’t bring much to it. It shows.”
Lindsay fumed, as she started rifling through the items. She breathed a sigh of relief at finding a set of photo albums.
“Well, at least you didn’t keep the albums.” “Why would I? I may be a horrible monster, but I know what’s precious to you.”
(Author’s note: Everytime I say I’m going to write more and get things done, life sets me up with other curve balls. Lately, it’s been my health. Not anything particular, just dealing with tiredness due to the type of work I do. It makes a person lazy. But, today, I am feeling particularly well to write. So here we go!)
by Miles H. Rost
“Babes, wake up.”
Selena sat up slowly, bleary-eyed at the soft voice of her mate.
“You haven’t been eating much lately. I figured I’d do something nice for us today, Crepes, toast, eggs, bacon for me, and vegetables for you.”
She slowly scooted back, propping herself up against the headboard. She noticed dandelions in water next to the food.
“I haven’t been eating because I couldn’t keep anything down.” “Is this how it’s going to be?”
He looked out the nearby window, sighing.
“Only for a short time. I mean, morning sickness doesn’t last that long.” “I really hope so.”
(Author’s Note: I’ve had to take some time off recently, in order to get things in order. I am moving this coming weekend, hopefully to a place where I’ll be able to save up and get my own pad. But in that time, I get to enjoy new music, which I get to add to my list. One such song is what you’re going to hear tonight. Here’s the fictioneers! [By the way, watch the video and tell me how many celebrities you see. If you get all of them, you get a custom salute from me!])
(Author’s note: I took last week off, as I’m in the middle of some complex situations and needed time to breathe. Things are still complex, but I’m doing alright. I’ll be better still in mid-September. Otherwise, here’s today’s fictioneers…)
(Author’s note: I am finally back at home after a week and a half with family, and traveling on the Empire Builder. Next set of challenges are coming, and I’m working quite hard on bringing them forward. Otherwise, onto today’s fictioneers!)
(Author’s note: Such great responses from everyone for last week’s piece. I will respond this evening, I’m just dealing with a lot of crunk related to winter camp here. Hope to have more coming up after the camp is done. Otherwise, here’s a good one, being written while the moon is starting to eclipse…)
Paul Whitaker looked at the glass candy bowl, and sighed.
A gift given to him by a wonderful woman, the candy bowl was used quite a bit when he would host family gatherings. It was his estate that the Whitaker family reunion was held every 5 years. The kids always loved the candy bowl.
Then they stopped coming around. Things got busy. Soon enough, it was just him and his wife, Helen.
That memory, the last time he saw Helen alive, etched into his mind.
The candy bowl, the reminder of love, lay shattered on the floor.