• The Friday Muse,  Writing

    The Friday Muse – Jen Fled

    “Where are you going?” Jen stared out the window at the clouds below. “Anywhere but here.” “No really, where are you headed?” the older woman insisted. “I don’t know.” The old woman grumbled something under her breath and then resumed reading her beaten copy of Reader’s Digest. To Jen, the clouds looked like puffs of white cigarette smoke. In truth, she had no idea where she was headed. The plane ticket would take her to Paris, but beyond that, she had no itinerary. She just knew she had to get as far away from Victor as possible. “Drink?” Jen turned toward the stewardess. “Just water.” The old woman chuckled. “I’m…

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    The Friday Muse – A Dangerous Meeting

    In his panic, in his surprise at being overcome by someone he thought to be his inferior, chaos erupted at his desk. His arms flailed about as blood gushed from his neck. Pencils and pens rolled off the desk, each one hitting the carpeted floor without injury. A stack of papers blew apart, the sheets performing free-fall maneuvers to where the pencils had landed. The man’s coffee cup – ‘World’s Greatest Nothing’ – tumbled along the surface of the desk, splashing coffee on nearly everything. He wasn’t prepared for death, but the evening would take him regardless. That morning, he had kissed his wife and kids goodbye, drove two hours…