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. Bjorn Rudberg 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 – Bjorn Rudberg
(Genre:Fiction) (100 words)
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Gustaf wrapped his gnarled fingers around the rail that snaked up the hill to his refuge. It took much longer these days to make the eighty-seven foot climb, but he didn’t mind. The solitude was worth the strenuous effort. His prayer had always been to be surrounded by family. God heard that prayer. Boy did He ever.
Now he spent his days in “the shop” making items to sell at the market. It kept food on his table, which was paramount. With eighteen females to feed this was a vital effort for him. But the peace was his real ally.
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Sweet story, Joe. Vividly told and I could understand the character.
Would for him the climb were even longer. Good story!