Friday Fictioneers: The Morning

Time for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers again. Every week, more than hundred people take the challenge of writing a story in 100 words for a photo prompt. Go and take a look, leave a like, and a comment, or join the fun. You can read all the entries here:

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If you like what you read, return often, because posting is open until Tuesdays, and there are always new, amazing stories. I actually wrote two drabbles for this image, the first was a somewhat sappy love story (trashed it); the second is the one I’m posting here (100 words). It’s fun to experiment; flash fiction is just the right medium for this.

The Morning
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ยฉSandra Crook

What a beautiful morning, Pat thought to herself as she watched the early sunlight paint the trees golden. And such a pretty place, too, almost like home.

As a child, she played in a place like this: with a creek, and trees, and even an old bridge. Those were the days.

She blew on her coffee and sighed. There wasnโ€™t much time left, her work must be done. Summer was over, first frost had covered everything with pretty crystals. But pretty wasnโ€™t important, infrastructure and jobs were, at least to her. She took one last look, and started her bulldozer.

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36 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers: The Morning

  1. Progress and nostalgia are so difficult to reconcile, aren’t they? I could feel both along with this character and like how you took us through her morning, showing us how she’s not the’bad guy’, in spite of her actions.

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  2. Dear Gahlearner,

    And this is the way it will all fill up and then, eventually, grind to a halt and how ably have you illustrated this. I winder whether humankind will ever wake to the impending doom our endless reproduction guarantees? Great story in about thirty of forty hidden ways, our epitaph not the least.

    Aloha,

    Doug

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    1. Thank you. I totally agree with you. As long as our world is driven by greed, not reason and compassion, things won’t get better. So, how can we link greed to reason and compassion, make them valuable enough to be desirable for those with tunnel vision?
      Anyway, I’m glad you liked it. ๐Ÿ™‚

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  3. Nicely written. I liked the mix of nostalgia and practicality. I think I’d be the same in her position – upset about the loss of such beauty but… this road needs widening so I can get to work quicker.

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