Photo Prompt by © Ronda Del Boccio
While Hanna loved living in the city, she never forgot her roots, growing up on a sprawling wheat farm in the country. Whenever she got homesick, she poured herself a tall glass of sweet tea, tucked the old quilt her grandmother gave her under her arm, and headed to her tiny porch twenty stories up. There she spread the quilt on the steel slab and sat cross-legged, watching the breeze toss the tall green stalks she had transplanted on the porch ledge. Some city folks pot bright flowers in their concrete spaces. Not Hanna. Her planters were tiny wheat fields.
~kat
100 Words for Friday Fictioneers inspired by this photo prompt by © Ronda Del Boccio.
like mercury colliding... 
August 8th, 2018 at 9:10 pm
Wow..lovely
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August 8th, 2018 at 9:14 pm
Thanks Deepa! 😊
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August 8th, 2018 at 9:29 pm
My pleasure Kat
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August 8th, 2018 at 10:18 pm
Makin’ right up today for last night’s sudden shuteye, aren’t”t we?
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August 8th, 2018 at 11:12 pm
Fading fast…time to crash. 🙂
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August 8th, 2018 at 11:30 pm
La-la-biiiiie… And goo’ niiiight…
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August 9th, 2018 at 7:22 pm
Haha…out as soon as my head hit the pillow and then launched into another exhausting day. Just catching up. Never too tired to write! 😊
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August 9th, 2018 at 8:15 pm
Oooh. Careful what you say, there, girlfriend… Though I must agree, a little sleep deprived can really bring up some creativity! 😋
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August 10th, 2018 at 1:38 am
😴
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August 10th, 2018 at 4:43 am
😆
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August 9th, 2018 at 7:38 am
Sweet story 🙂
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August 9th, 2018 at 5:49 pm
Thank you.
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August 9th, 2018 at 8:46 am
She’ll have a hard job getting a combine harvester up there!
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August 9th, 2018 at 6:02 pm
No doubt. A pair of kitchen shears will suffice I’m thinking. 😉
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August 9th, 2018 at 12:51 pm
I like the image of Hanna sitting on her grannie’s quilt twenty floors up a hi-rise – looking at tine wheat fields. Lovely!
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August 9th, 2018 at 5:48 pm
Thanks Penny. I imagine it’s her happy place. 😊
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August 9th, 2018 at 5:31 pm
Fabulous! 😎🥀
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August 9th, 2018 at 7:09 pm
Thank you Dorna.
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August 10th, 2018 at 6:11 am
A mini-farm – delightful!
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August 10th, 2018 at 9:03 am
Totally delightful.
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August 10th, 2018 at 10:04 am
A good cure for homesickness!
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August 11th, 2018 at 9:26 am
I think so too. There are ways to bring a bit of home with us wherever we roam. Even if it’s just a photo tucked away in your wallet. 😊
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August 11th, 2018 at 5:14 pm
Her own green grass, lovely.
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August 11th, 2018 at 11:34 pm
Yes…a cure for homesickness. 😉
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August 13th, 2018 at 1:04 pm
What a wonderful idea. Living in Asia, I often miss home and have some rituals of my own to soothe the homesickness. I love sweet tea! Lovely story. =)
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August 13th, 2018 at 1:21 pm
We all do little things to comfort ourselves I think. 😊
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August 13th, 2018 at 1:48 pm
This story has a great deal of nostalgia. I could feel the breeze as she sat on her grandmothers quilt. Sweet ….
Isadora 😎
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August 13th, 2018 at 4:53 pm
Thank you. 😊
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August 13th, 2018 at 9:08 pm
Lovely story. I really enjoyed this one.
A little typo toward the end. You have pot instead of put.
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August 14th, 2018 at 12:24 pm
Not a typo. Pot as in pot your plants. Might be a dialect thing. 😉 Thanks for mentioning though. Every now and again I mess up. 🙂
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August 15th, 2018 at 12:28 pm
Oh…i’m sorry. My bad 🙂
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August 15th, 2018 at 6:03 am
Lovely piece.
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August 15th, 2018 at 6:33 am
Thank you Lisa. 😊
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