My Thoughts on Seeing This Prompt:
Yikes! I’m not going to write this one. It looks dark, gloomy and will not elude a great story. But then I haven’t written for my favourite Friday Fictioneers for the past two weeks. I was away traveling, and when I returned I got swamped by life’s little follies. I’m back this week armed with lots of cheer and sunshine on my shoulder. So let me give this a shot. Let’s see how it turns out- dark and dreary or bubbling with some positivity. Here I go.
Kiera and Ken have walked almost eight miles.
Automobiles still don’t go past these dusty, countryside roads.
They are following the map that Uncle Willy had shared with them.
Ken is determined to return to the home he had grown up in. Keira does not share his sentiments, but tags along. After all that’s what makes Ken happy.
Suddenly, dark clouds hover above them, and it starts pouring. Ken points to a dilapidated house and they run for cover.
A musty smell emanates from the barn. On the bathtub, are Ken’s rubber Duckies.
Ken breaks down.
Writing for our lovely host, Rochelle Wisoff-Field’s Friday Fictioneers. This is a 100 word photo prompt. Credits for the Photo prompt: What’s His Name. Read some fantastic entries to this week’s Friday Fictioneers here.