Every Wednesday, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, the host of the Friday Fictioneers, posts a photo prompt to get our creative juices flowing. She challenges us to write a story with beginning, middle, and end in 100 words or less. Every week 100+ people from around the world accept this challenge and write funny, thoughtful, frightening or educational stories for that photo prompt. You can read all the stories by clicking the frog. Please show your appreciation by liking, or commenting. And if you want to join the fun, as I understand it, everyone is welcome.
The last few weeks, my entries were happy and up-beat. I challenged myself to try writing a bit darker. Can’t say that I completely succeeded, but it is a bit darker than usual.
“Why can’t we eat the grain in that silo, Mum?”
“It would kill us. Let’s move, it’s not safe here.”
“North, and then west. Word is there is no contamination there.”
“Can’t we go back to L.A.?”
“Not after the earthquake.”
“I’m hungry. Why is there no food?”
“Can’t be grown here. Look around. Drought, forest fires… Have you forgotten the riots, the chaos, the melt-downs, the dead?”
“No– And there’s food in the north?”
“There’s water, and there are still forests. We could hunt.”
“Will we be welcome?”
“I think so. They are good people, Canadians are.”