Friday Fiction: 100 Word Challenge

Friday Fiction: 100 Word Challenge

Friday Fiction: 100 Word Challenge

A quote: “Government’s first duty is to protect the people, not run their lives.” ~~ Ronald Reagan

I’ll start with a story …


Her wave to us from the back of the wagon looked enthusiastic. We waved back.

But we knew better.

Winter cold killed her EV a mile out of town. Spotters watched her as she walked towards us ready to intervene if she got in trouble.

Funny how she never did.

We took her in, fed her, kept her warm. She was bright and young and took a keen interest in touring the village to see our handlooms, blacksmithy and candle production.

City monitors are satisfied what we show them. They’d be upset if they found out about what we don’t.


Now, it’s your turn.
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  • Lewis says:

    I was shoveling, yet again, just to get to the driveway to clear snow off the car, in case we had to try to get out. The snow already at 13 inches and coming down so hard I couldn’t see the barn. For a moment I leaned on the shovel and looked out into the blizzard, what’s that? I tried to recall, is there a tree right there, what the heck is that shadow? The shadow began to move.

    Shit. Is that a critter? I wasn’t carrying, but really hadn’t even thought of it. I am so knackered from the continual snow and trying to cope alone. Maybe I better back up a bit?

    The shadow began to take more shape as it moved, a bit awkwardly I thought, toward me. It grew taller, walked with a strange gait and seemed to have three legs! I waited, still as the early morning around me.

    “Morning, Ma’am! Just checking on you, everything okay today? You can expect the plow to do the road later this morning with any good luck!”

    The sheriff’s deputy took form and stepped up on the unshoveled side of my walk, his snowshoes sticking out over the bank like two pieces of a broken wicker chair . That “third leg” was a ski pole! He grinned at me, handsome young man in his uniform, and tipped his Stetson to shake off the snow.

    “If you folks are okay, I’m moving along up the road, sherrif just wanted to reach out to you all and let you know we’ve got your back!”

  • Leigh Kimmel says:

    Roy wasn’t as much of an amateur blacksmith as some of his friends. However, he was still a hands-on sort of guy who enjoyed the satisfaction of turning scrap metal into something useful.

    At the moment he was transforming a worn-out chisel into a blade. His efforts were still less than satisfactory, but it was only the second time he’d attempted this particular form of recycling. At least it had taken on a recognizable shape, unlike the lumpy thing his first effort had produced.

    Maybe with a little more work he could get something that was worth the effort of shaping and polishing a wooden handle. If not, OmniSource still bought scrap metal.

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