This is my response to the Friday Fictioneers prompt for November 7. The challenge is to write a 100-word story inspired by the photo prompt. Play along by writing your own, reading others and/or commenting on the flashes we fictioneers create. The photo prompt this week comes from Jean L. Hays. My piece this week weighs in at exactly 100 words.
Copyright Jean L. Hays
“I just want to go home.” Bobby began to cry. At first, living in the car had been an adventure. He’d even gotten to eat McDonald’s fries two days in a row. Today, there hadn’t been anything to eat, and the car was cold. He held up his stuffed monkey. “Jazz wants to go home too.”
Mommy tucked a blanket around Bobby. “This is home now. Let’s be thankful for what we have.” He saw a tear slide down her cheek.
“We still have each other, right, Mommy?” The boy wrapped his arms around her neck and held her tight.
Welcome to Friday Fictioneers for October 24. Each week around 100 bloggers from around the globe play along as conducted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, who provides the photo prompt, which was captured this week by The Reclining Gentleman, and a bit of encouragement to those of us who live to write. The challenge is to compose a 100-word story inspired by the prompt. My story this week weighs in at exactly 100 words. So without further ado . . .
Copyright The Reclining Gentleman
A Child Shall Lead Them
Her entire life, Miranda had lived on the island, the only child in a community of aging castaways. Few islanders ever had children. Infertility was a side effect of the plague.
By Miranda’s tenth birthday, the community’s population had dwindled to a couple dozen. The radio in the meetinghouse squawked news of proposed hydroelectric developments that would flood the island. Most mainland dwellers believed the quarantined colony extinct.
When planes began buzzing over the island, the islanders hid until Miranda’s papa had an idea. Surely when the mainlanders saw a girl playing on the shore, they would reconsider the development.