Friday Fiction: 100 Word Challenge

Friday Fiction: 100 Word Challenge

Friday Fiction: 100 Word Challenge

The delusion of the modern age is that we have no need for the physical. The raw, hard work that was our usual lot and still exists within our “modern” civilization. This Friday, use this image to drive your story. Ghost of the past? Harbinger of the future? 100 words is yours, no more, no less.

I’ll start with a story …

Thrift store clothing, beans and rice. Brown sack lunches and Christmas presents from the dollar store.

There were girls at school who laughed. Embarrassment was my faithful companion.

He tried so hard after mom died. But I was callow youth, sneers hiding my fear until I escaped. Only Buster left to keep him company.

He wrote me. Weekly. Faithfully. Simple prose about the trials of his days and his memories of mom.

And me.

Now, sitting in the small trailer that was our home, Buster’s head on my shoes, I beg his forgiveness. I really did love him.


Now, it’s your turn …
feature image, cropped, in the public domain

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  • Fletch says:

    “People need beans. People need bread”

    I didn’t listening, face buried in my phone.

    “I need a new battery, Pop. Won’t even go three hours.”

    He sighed, “I’ll be outside. Guess I’ll plant the North 40.”

    I got up to look in the fridge. No peanut butter! He forgot again. I didn’t want a plain cracker so sat back down. Back to a video of some dog rolling down a hill. Pretty funny.

    I heard the tractor start. Stupid grunt work, that’s all he did. Ha, look at that dog. Too stupid to climb up when he got to the bottom of the hill.

  • Stephen Miller says:

    I lowered the camera and smiled at Albert Smith. “Thanks. A lot of folks have been…not so friendly about my idea.”

    He grunted, scratched the dog’s head. “Hard thing losin’ your home. Most prob’ly just want to get on with livin’, forget this place. You goin’ round taking pictures makes that harder.”

    “I guess, but it don’t seem right letting all of this get washed away.” I looked at the town spread across the valley. We left in two days, construction on the dam started a week after that. “It’s our home. It ought to be remembered. We were here.”

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