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Friday Fictioneers – The Farm

There’s the road I told you about, Martin. It’s pretty steep as you walk up the path. That patch of land on the other side of the fence is old man Goodwin’s farm. He’s got 60 acres. He grows potatoes for big potato chip companies. Granny never liked him. He was a cantankerous old guy. He chased us kids like we were enemies. We were just playing, like kids do.

Well, Granny had had it with his yelling and chasing or scolding us. One day, she rose early and built that fence. Granny showed him! 

Thanks for the farm, Granny.

2023©Isadora DeLaVega

Genre: Flash Fiction -Flash Fiction

Word Count: 100 words

Photo Prompt:©Lisa Fox

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CCC – Elsie the Cow

What do you get from a pampered cow? Spoiled milk..lol

CCC#196 2022©Crspina Kemp

Elsie had been a good cow.

Pa said she had produced more milk than any of his other cows.

It was a sad day when he had to sell her. The farm payments were due.

She was a gentle cow.

I cannot read since she’s gone. She always laid under a perfect shady tree out in the field. She was the ideal pillow for leaning on.

I know Pa was disappointed with what he had to do. He said a milk corporation heard about her large milk production. Now, she’s on a milk label called Elsie the Cow.

Poor Pa

2022©Isadora De La Vega

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Genre: Flash Fiction

Word Count: 100

Photo Prompt: Crispina Kemp

Crimson Creative Challenge – #196

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Friday Fictioneers – The Farm

Their marriage was good. They had dreams.

He wanted a farm. 

She needed space; wide open space to breathe.

Their friends lived on the adjoining farm. 

Dad rode his tractor in cover-alls, a plaid shirt and a straw hat Mama made him.

Mama’s floral house-dress draped with her home sewn apron, worn proudly, was as stylish as she wanted to be.

She’d carry brother on her hip while holding a wash cloth in her other hand.

It was a time for fixing things. Things we kept forever. Things we treasured.

It was a way of life they loved.

2018©Isadora DeLaVega

 

 

Genre: Flash Fiction

Word Count: 100

Photo Prompt: Nathan Sowers

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Friday Fictioneers – Trapped

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Before dawn, Paw fed the horses, pigs and chickens.

It had snowed all night. It was going to be a rough day for setting traps.

Fresh eggs and ham were ready when I got up.

“A good breakfast will get you through the day,” Maw said.

We took the North end of the farm. Maw took the South end with Bubba.

Beaver skins helped make us money in winter.

No sign of Maw when we got home. Paw and I went out to find her.

She was slumped in the snow.

Bubba cried out, “Paw, Help”!

“Maw caught her foot”.

2016©Isadora De La Vega

Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 100
Photo Prompt: ©Rochelle Wisoff-Fields


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