When the week draws toward its close we all draw a deep breath as we know the weekend is coming. But for those of use infected with the Friday Fictioneers virus, there is another event we look forward to completing. It is the written response to the picture prompt posted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields each week.
A special thanks to Janet Webb for the photo we use as the jumping off point. I must say I had to take some time to interpret the photo. I even considered Zombie and Vampire tales before I finally settled on the 100 words below.
I have made many friends with the 90+ souls that try this task each week. We have friends from the far reaches of the globe that follow each other’s stories each week. It is an exicting effort, both in the writing and the reading. Come along with us and try your hand at the Friday fictioneers prompt!
Genre (General Fiction)
I saw very little of the beautiful farm my Grandfather took such pride in.
The fields were overgrown from years of neglect. No animals roamed as they did in my youth; there was only remnants of fence that were hidden by vines and briars.
Mom told me it was not salvageable, but I had to see for myself. I was glad Pop could not see it now. He would have found it so depressing.
Looking at the barn behind the white pickets I realized the sale was necessary. No one in the family cared enough anymore to do the job.