Friday Fictioneers – Short Ride in a Fast Machine

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!

PHOTO PROMPT (C) BILL REYNOLDS

Short ride in a fast machine

There were rusty old vehicles abandoned all over Jake’s farm. He was a typical small farmer, easy-going as long as you didn’t try to tell him how to run his business.

His sons, Darren and Clive, ran wild across the farm.

“Here, look – this pick-up’s still got the keys in it,” said Clive, a speculative note in his voice.

Darren pushed past. “So it has,” he said, and climbed into the driver’s seat.

The rusty old pick-up drove surprisingly well – until it rammed a stone wall.

The boys had to pay for repairs; Jake was, after all, a typical farmer…

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Friday Fictioneers – A failure of trust

Every week, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (thank you, Rochelle!) hosts a flash fiction challenge, to write a complete story 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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Photoprompt (c) C E Ayr

A failure of trust

A stone wall stood between two families’ fields. A sapling sprouted in the wall, and grew to be a mighty oak. After hundreds of years the tree perished, men cut it down, and left the stump to petrify with weather and time.

The wall was dismantled, and the two fields it had separated became one. The families worked together, prospered, and grew to love each other.

But some family members still disliked and mistrusted the other family. Now they’re rebuilding the wall, piling old stones about the stump and talking about the days the oak stood alone, tall and proud.