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Friday Fictioneers – Cirrostratus

Author’s note: None today, just writing.

© Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Cirrostratus

by Miles H. Rost

Tullea set her stuffed cat, bandages on its right paw and ear, on the chair.

She briefly looked out at the cirrostratus clouds in the sky, before smiling, and calling out “Next Patient!”

She walked over to a different chair, where sat a barbie doll with a small knit cap and a blue dress.

“Welcome to the clinic, Ms. Barbie. How are you feeling today?” she asked, waiting a few seconds for the “answer” from the smiling doll. Tullea shook her head, tapping the side.

“An active brain is important, Ms. Barbie, if you’re going to beat your dementia.”

Keep your brain healthy, by clicking the frog and reading the stories!
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Friday Fictioneers – Cruel Summer

(No note. Just right.)

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© Dale Rogerson

Cruel Summer

by Miles H. Rost

“It’s way too hot.”

Midori looked up at the hazy afternoon sky, the big yellow disk broiling the city of Aomori.

The worst summer on record, and Midori couldn’t go out to enjoy it.

“The pool, the arcade, the beach. All my places, and I can’t go.”

She stared up as the sun slowly meandered across the blue carpet, until she heard a knock.

Her dad walked in.

“Honey, wanna go to the pool?”

Midori’s eyes opened wide.

“You bet!”

As she moved her wheelchair, she grabbed her swimsuit from the bed. The pool was fun, even with no legs.

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Friday Fictioneers – Nadia

(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

Nadia
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Miles H. Rost

“Nadia!”
“Yes, papa?”
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!”