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The Crying Tree

They call her the ‘Crying Tree’. Grief wells from her roots, spilling out where once her limb held a swing. How she loved the laughter of children as they squealed “higher! higher!”

It was a dreadful day when lightening struck the base of her swinging bough. No one noticed she was injured.

When the sun returned, a child called Ruthie rushed to the tree swing. The tree struggled to hold the girl. She moaned and crackled as her bough snapped plunging Ruthie to the ground in a lifeless heap.

It wasn’t her fault but she never forgave herself. She weeps.

~kat

100 Words for Jane Dougherty’s Friday Fictioneers Challenge inspired by this photo by © Sandra Crook.


Bird’s Eye Witness

“Hurry up squaaaawk…hurry up Chuck!”

“What’s Murphy yapping about? …Oh my god! What happened?!”

“We’ve been robbed. They took my stereo system and my power tools!”

“Oh no! Did you call the police?”

“They’re on their way. And of course I’ve got Murphy here.”

“Murphy?”

“Yep! He’s our eye witness.”

“Wait! Do you think Murphy saw the robbers?”

“I do. When I came in he called them out by name. Chuck and…”

“Hurrying Pete. Stereo…pack the steeereeeoooo….aaack!”

“See what I mean?”

“Wow! Way to go Murph!”

“Murphy…hurry…Murphy up Chuck…Pete pack the power tools…stereoooo!”

“Brilliant! Murphy! You’re such a good boy!”

~kat

100 Words for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Friday Fictioneers Challenge inspired by this photo of a Myna bird by © DOUGLAS M. MACILROY


Rescue Mission Abort

“We’ve been told to stand down, Skip’.”

“This came from the top? From command?”

“Just repeating what I heard…and saw. Here’s the order in black and white.”

“Why are we here then, if not to evacuate folks?”

“I heard they didn’t pay their bills.”

“The whole goddamned country is in debt. Are we just gonna let ‘em die?! I can’t just sit here in the harbor and let that happen. These are fellow Americans we’re talking about.”

“Apparently there was a question about that too. They can’t vote after all.”

“Bastard! What a moron! Pull anchor Smitty. We’re going in.”

~kat

100 Words for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Friday Fictioneers Challenge based on this photo by © Ted Strutz.

Please note: This is fiction. While it can be viewed as a dramatization of current events, no elements of this story are based on actual facts…(except maybe the “moron” name calling part 😳)


Potatoes

“Get ready. When Granny sees those french fries she’s gonna start in on one of her stories.”

“Stories? Like what?”

“Well, like the time she and her friend Louise peeled four tons of potatoes in one week at the Red Apple Rest. FOUR TONS! Really?!”

“I heard they condemned that old place.”

“To hear her tell it, that place was hopping back in the day. If you really want to get her going, ask her about George.”

“Hey Granny, Tommy said to ask you about George.”

“Ha ha! That George!” Granny guffawed, “Taught me my first cuss word, Fu…”

“Granny!”

~kat

100 Words for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Friday Fictioneers flash fiction challenge based on the photo above, of the Red Apple Rest by J. Hardy Carroll.

A quick search on Google revealed the history of this old, abandoned building. According to Wikipedia, The Red Apple Rest was a cafeteria-style restaurant on New York State Route 17, in the Southfields section of Tuxedo, New York. It was a noted way station for people traveling to the hotels of the Catskill Mountains of upstate New York. It was also a favorite stop for celebrities and entertainers. Comedians were known to hang out late at night at The Red Apple Rest, practicing their acts for the waitstaff. One notable regular was George Carlin.

Blogger, Messy Nessy gives an entertaining glimpse into this iconic destination HERE.


Invisible

old-shoes-cobwebs

PHOTO PROMPT © Sarah Potter

“They don’t make shoes like they used ta’. Why, when I was a shoeshina’, folks had one good pair fa’ work, anotha’ fa’ Sundays, an’ slippas fa’ home. I could coax a nickel shine outa any fine piece o’ leatha’. That was my spot right there. It was a good first job for a young scrappa’ like me. Kep’ me outa trouble, Mama said. She was probly right.”

“What are you jabbering about Gramps?! Trains coming. Gotta go!”

“I was jes’ gonna show you…aw, neva’ mind. Things jes’ aint the same. Mighty shame that is. Mighty shame.”

“Gramps!!! Come. ON!”

~kat

100 Words for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers Flash Fiction Challenge inspired by the photo above by Sarah Potter.


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