Short story – Life on the Farmlet

Friday Fictioneers is a weekly writing challenge using a photo prompt.

THE CHALLENGE:

Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. (No one will be ostracized for going a few words over the count.)

THE KEY:

Make every word count.

As always, thanks goes out to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, at Addicted to Purple for encouraging us, and a special thank you to John Nixon for the use of his photograph.

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The Game

When Moira’s memory began to fade she became shy about going into public, so Henry devised a game to get her out of the house. He began taking her little treasures to the second-hand store. Bringing in one of her curiosities Sally the shopkeeper would hold it aside.

Moira seemed to enjoy her weekly visits and sure enough, she would spy her item, and her face would light up. “Oh, Look Henry, I used to have one of these! Do you remember it?”

Today, Sally noticed him alone and hesitating at the door. Crying she whispered, “I’m sorry Henry.”

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WORDS: exactly 100

For more great stories on this prompt look HERE

Easy

Searching the streets looking for just the right one, surveying his trophies, musing, “How easy it used to be.” She walked the gutter, her back to him, thumb out. He pulled alongside. Before he could ask she slid over the car door and into the seat in a fluid movement.

Smiling, joking, laughter, he shy, she bold. They drove on for a while, neither cared where they might end up; each knew their destination would be secluded.

Noticing his photographs she quipped, “Old girl friends?”

He replied, “You might say that.”

Smiling, they thought, “This’s gonna’ be easy.”

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NOTE: This was a walk on the wild side for me. I took one look at the photo and there I was.

Are you shocked?

I was!