Paradise Gone – Friday Fictioneers – 2/22/13



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.

About Joe Owens

Can you tell from my writing I love God? I hope so because that is what I want you to know most about me. I am also a writer who loves taking on fiction prompts and crafting a story. One day you will read my work in print. Until then enjoy it here! For free!
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48 Responses to Paradise Gone – Friday Fictioneers – 2/22/13

  1. annisik51 says:

    This brought tears. My grandfather’s garden, including his rose garden, was allowed to go to rack and ruin after he died. To cut a long story short, As a teenager, I took it over. It was my first ever garden. Ignorant as I was, I loved it and have kept gardens ever since. I have learned a lot from gardening. If you don’t mind me saying, I don’t think it was a coincidence that Jesus appeared after his death as a gardener.

  2. Sarah Ann says:

    Sad that no one in the family cares. You really pinned down the feelings of neglect and despair with your words.

    • Joe Owens says:

      It seems so sad to me to see old houses and farms lying neglected. My wife and I drove up to her aunt’s house yesterday and we counted about a dozen places like this. I know for many the financial burden is just more than it is worth.

      Thanks so much for reading and ocmmenting on the post.

  3. Tad says:

    For someone who likes to personify optimism, this piece shows all to well your pessimism. Good to see you are not inhuman. …uhh…you are aware that the prompt photo is a fake, ryt?

  4. A shame about the state of the farm in this story. Would have liked to see if there was some twist that made him hold onto it, as it feels in the start of an introduction to a bigger story. Liked the wording and the setup, though, lovely description, good work here 😀

  5. vbholmes says:

    So many of those family farms have fallen to developers–sad.

  6. we’re on sort of the same wavelength this week. I enjoyed.

  7. nice, well put together story and description. I was there at the building listening with them.

  8. Whoa, that was sad but a definite reality. I’m living on the land my Great-Grandfather homesteaded. Many of the neighboring places, which were once large family farms, have been sold off like the one in your story. We’ve lost a lot of our sense of community as well.

  9. Debra Kristi says:

    An all too common tale. So depressing. If only the homes and the land around them could tell us all their stories with so much more clarity. Yes, Pop would not care to see the current state of things. I think you captured a truth so many must endure so very well.

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