Friday Fictioneers – Well Done

Every week, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (thank you, Rochelle!) hosts a flash fiction challenge, to write a complete story, based on a photoprompt, with a beginning, middle and end, in 100 words or less. Post it on your blog, and include the Photoprompt and Inlinkz on your page. Link your story URL. Then the fun starts as you read other peoples’ stories and comment on them!

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PHOTO PROMPT © DAWN MILLER

Well Done

The farmer’s son drove the tractor, and the blades of the plough turned the clods like a sexton’s shovel. The empty grain silo coursed with rain.

Winter came, harsh and unyielding. The farmer’s son stayed home, just the whisky bottle for company. Icicles like swords hung from the silo.

Milder weather came. The farmer’s son rose, sighed, and sowed the summer wheat. Day by day the land greened under the gentle sun.

Then the harvest.

The farmer’s son confronted the silo. With an effort of will, he filled it with grain.

“Well done, son,” said the memory of his father.

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Friday Fictioneers – New Boots

Every week, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (thank you, Rochelle!) hosts a flash fiction challenge, to write a complete story, based on a photoprompt, with a beginning, middle and end, in 100 words or less. Post it on your blog, and include the Photoprompt and Inlinkz (the blue frog) on your page. Link your story URL. Then the fun starts as you read other peoples’ stories and comment on them!

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PHOTO PROMPT submitted by Courtney Wright. © Photographer prefers to remain anonymous

New Boots

I gazed over the meadow, brilliant in the early sun, glittering with a million diamond drops of dew. I looked at Robert’s worn-out boots.

“Old man, you are not going out to tend the sheep in those!”

“Oh, you worrypot. Wet feet won’t hurt me. Besides, what do I wear instead? My church shoes?”

I tutted.

“I’m taking you into town to buy new boots. Today!”

“You know I hate the town. I’ll fix these.” He shuffled into the back room.

“There we are. Fixed.” Soles and uppers were now held together with duct tape.

Looks like ‘on-line’ shopping again.