The challenge each week: A new picture, a new story. Beginning, middle, and end, in 100 words. Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting. Hop on the blue frog below; he’ll lead you to the Fictioneers’ pond where more stories await, and you can add your own. Please share your thoughts and invite your friends.
Vanishing Point – 100 words
How did you come to be so clean? Pickets slick and cold. An artifice of timber. Cobblestones wear paint of hard, gray clay. Chimneys are not breathing. What sense in polished windows and closed blinds?
Do you remember the cut of my plow? I sowed good seed. You bore good fruit. Pumpkins, corn, and beans. This is no apple tree. Your grass is green, not grazed. Beautiful and barren, you’ve forgotten. Dust. Smoke. Blood and toil, sweat and tears.
Those who labor long deserve their sleep. And though I sleep, I live.
But you, Lovely, have died.