friday fictioneer, flash fiction, writing

Uncovering the Truth

The tractor rumbles past the security checkpoint. Since January, the unknown occupants, residing in the sprawling white mansion, have spun a sticky web over the once quiet town. Tom Nash, the popular morning radio personality, hammers non-stop encouraging speculative gossipers to air their concerns, hopefully, to divulge the truth soon.

“What’s going on folks? Police investigations found nothing suspicious.”

Tom’s phone lines open to frantic callers.

“The hay bales are illegal on residential property…
…every day, odd deliveries, weird noises and the stench…”

Then, Tom’s estranged daughter calls.

“Dad,“ she screams, “Stop harassing my husband‘s church group or else…”

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 Inspiration: Friday Fictioneers | Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple.

THE CHALLENGE: Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. No one will be ostracized for going a few words over the count.


Photo credit: Sandra Crook from Castelsarrasin


A Ligo Haibun Affair – daddy walks free

daddy told stories of his youthful days – wild, carefree and perhaps, a bit ego-enhanced in his old age. anyway, our dinner chatter often centered on reminiscing –

his rendezvous meetings with wrong herds…brought trouble and many bitter encounters with his authoritarian father. managing like any hard-working herd dog, his keen father drove his wayward troubled son quick, across an ocean –
to a work-based, all boy, boarding school. it took time for the staff to settle
the boy’s rebellious spirit – angry, headstrong escape con artist he was, but…they did. must be the consistent discipline he needed to
train up a successful man.

i wonder why some things do not change as easy as the weather; sunshine one minute, rain, the next. daddy never lost his love
for cussing nor drinking, but he always brought home blankets of family provisions and abundant warmth from his love. he often said,
living in a nursing home would be the final choke hold to do him in.
mom found daddy one day
resting – flat-out, not breathing, on the back porch deck. mom thought. it would be you to give that last look with a good-bye…to the golf course. she is right, but not a farewell.
daddy walks a new game…

ruminating on
parting ways with memories
sets us free to live

::: ::: Written in response to the photo prompt offered this week in the Ligo Haibun Challenge.

Photo source: Ese’s Voice