Every Friday authors from around the world gather here to share their 100-words and offer constructive crit and encouragement to each other. This creates a wonderful opportunity for very fresh fiction! Readers are encouraged to comment as well. Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hostessing each week.
My contribution this week is: Genre: Historical Fiction Word Count: 100
You’ll find it below the photo prompt. Feedback is always appreciated!
100 +- writers, 100+- words, 100+- original stories. Join us! The next photo is the PHOTO PROMPT . Where does it take you? Can you tell us in a hundred words or less with a beginning, middle and end? Ready, set, write!
Once prosperous was My Little Town . Once a mountain Oasis where they came to see and be seen. But most importantly to spend their money. Buy our goods. It paid our bills. It’s how we’d lived. For generations. First? It was that #@! Northern spotted owl and those weeping tree hugging. Next, the Gypsy Moth. Our lives. People. Lifetimes. Ruined. Tattered. Not even the Golden Arches stuck around. The last to go. Drought. Lakes dried up. No water play. Fish. Dead. Agriculture gone. No jobs.
Hard Luck. That’s what they say, anyway. I spat at the reporter’s feet. “Who cares? I’m not bitter.”
If you’ve lived/visited in Oregon or the Pacific NW for any length of time the above scenario is just about how it happened. At least from One Old Timer’s possible perspective.
Go check out some amazing stories on the same photo prompt. Here they are 14 August 2015 Or click on the Blue Link below. You’ll be happy you did. And so will we!
I’d love to hear your thoughts in the comments space, below. If you’d like, click on the ‘related’ pieces highlighted at the bottom of the this post. There you’ll find some previous Friday Fictioneer stories as well. Happy Reading. Until we meet again, Happy writing!
Shandra White Harris