Toiling the soil

This is a story for Friday Fictioneers, which is hosted by Rochelle. Every week you are challenged to write a 100 word story based on a photo.

Thanks to Connie Gayer for this week’s photo and also to Rochelle for hosting the challenge.

I’ll be out on a vacation for a week and will have no access to the net so I would like to apologize for the delay in replying to your comments. Thanks to all the readers for reading and commenting. See you’ll next week. 🙂

PHOTO PROMPT © Connie Gayer

“Grandda! Grandda! Look, green leaf!” I clapped my hands and said. He tilled the soil, watered and nurtured the plants.

I remember sprinkling some beans, thinking of getting a beanstalk of my own like Jack. But none showed up.

It’s raining. Best time for the plants. I see them smile or I feel so.

The peas, tomatoes, bell peppers, eggplants and other colourful flowers are all dancing with joy in my small garden. Toiling the soil is hard but he taught me well.

I still remember him say, “work hard on the soil, nurture the plants and enjoy its fruits.”

 

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A Hiking Trip

This is a story for Friday Fictioneers, which is hosted by Rochelle. Every week you are challenged to write a 100 word story based on a photo.

Thanks to Jan Wayne Fields for this week’s photo and also to Rochelle for hosting the challenge.

Thanks to all the readers for their time, too. For this week I’m happy to share two stories with everyone. I hope you enjoy them both.  🙂

PHOTO PROMPT © Jan Wayne Fields

Story A:  A Hiking Trip

We met after 10 years. We wanted to do something adventurous. Hiking was decided.

We reached the top. The camp was set. The night came with millions of stars and…

“Ooch!”

“Jim are you al’ right?”

“…mosquitoes… I think… aren’t you all…”

“No. They aren’t. The night’s beau… rememb….”

So it’s just me, they are in love with.

I missed my bed… pillows and…. Between sleeping and staying awake… I’m sure — I heard a roar or a hiss. Anyways, tiredness had hijacked me and I slipped into Phu! Phu! Gruuu!

Morning was real. Words tumbled out: “Thank God! I’m alive!”

 

Story B:  A life in flying

It was the highest plunge. He had always loved heights. Some said, “He’s crazy!”

“A bird! Finally I’m flying like a bird.” he said. His arms were wide open as they were soaking freedom. A bird flew next to him. Chee! Cheewp!

In the operation theatre the doctors and the nurses were trying to find his pulse. It was getting feebler.

He was flying higher.

He had loved the place for its height, peace and solemnity.

“We are losing his pulse, doctor.” The machine echoed teeet!…teet!…teeee!

But he, was already flying high.

Standing in silence

This is a story for Friday Fictioneers, which is hosted by Rochelle. Every week you are challenged to write a 100 word story based on a photo.

Thanks to  Fatima Fakier Deria for this week’s photo and also to Rochelle for hosting the challenge.

Thanks to all the readers for their time, too.

PHOTO PROMPT © Fatima Fakier Deria

He stood in silence as he had for years.

Molly, the cleaning lady, lost her job. Tommy, the driver, lost his.

He knew well of the humans and their nature of deceit.

The lady had slipped the necklace to one of her lovers.

The master was no good either; he too, had several affairs. However, he was the one to poison his father while everyone thought his death was natural.

He stands as its leaves are rustling and listening.

Once again someone is plotting plans under its shade.