Welcome back to the addictive fun of Friday Fictioneers! You know the best fiction can be found right here. Led by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, we take the photo and weave our magic with prose and poetry to entertain you. Erin Leary has the honor of providing the visual prompt for us this week. All around the world writers eagerly await their weekly tonic.Rochelle is the source of the photo for inspiration this week.
copyright – Erin Leary
(Genre:Fiction) (100 words)
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Evan stood near the fence watching the waters of the Mantesselah River encroach on his family’s farm. His repeated pleas to have the earthen dam strengthened had fallen on deaf ears. Now the river was coming to take his ancestor’s prized possession. Tears rolled slowly down his cheeks as he remembered summers spent in these fields with his father and grandfather tending the livestock and baling hay. Shortly the only inhabitants would be the fish riding the torrent downstream. He started his Range Rover and backed up the rise that led to the county road and safety.
“Bye old friend.”
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Joe's Musings 
I don’t know if that’s a true one, but I could certainly see it!
This is happening here in the UK. Not far from me. We’re okay, but the impact of all this rain – and a couple of years ago it was worse – is going to be felt in the not too distant future, in terms of foot shortages, power outages and more. Times are changing. Weather’s changing. Cheerful!
Sad. Those who work the land always seem to be battling the elements.
Lovely, sad story. Well done.
Certainly a bittersweet tale, told with great dignity and detail.
With all the floods going on this past year or so, this is a real possibility for some. Sad stuff, but well written.
I find this very Annie Proux-ish. Lovely.
Thanks for reading and taking the time to comment Patrick.
How very sad – a well-written story.