Welcome to Friday Fictioneers for March 20 (We start on Wednesday each week, but there is still plenty of time for you to play along.). Our hostess, Rochelle, corals around 100 writers from around the globe as we respond to the weekly photo prompt with 100-word stories.
This week’s photo is provided by Rachel Bjerke.
My story this week weighs in at exactly 100 words and takes us to some place in Ukraine at some time in the future.
No Small Potatoes
“What is it?”
“An old distillery.”
“Must be pretty old—all overgrown with moss.”
“So it’s edible?”
“Give you a mighty stomach ache if you don’t boil it first, but yeah, it’s edible.”
“Looks like a good place to camp.”
“Should be safe—for a night or two.”
“And plenty of food.” Lilia’s stomach rumbled, accompanying her words.
“Plenty of work anyway.” Mykhail wondered if he could coax a fire to burn here.
Lilia kicked at a rotted door, revealing some bottles. “Look! Vodka.”
Mykhail took a swig. “This should pair well with the lichens.”
Author’s Note: In all likelihood this photo really does depict moss, but in my research, I discovered that many times lichens and moss are mistaken for one another. Since only two known varieties of lichens are inedible, a survivalist story seemed the way to go. Then I learned something really fun about lichen cocktails HERE.