Friday again, and that means Friday Fictioneers–a great reason to look forward to the weekend.
This week’s story is more personal than my usual fare, but the picture connected precisely with an event in my life that happened thirty years ago. Here’s the photo:
And here’s the story, which, technically, is fiction:
The Last Place Father Was Alive
The Irish in her made her walk the land one last time before it sold.
Liam was at her side, where he always was, camera in hand so she would have memories.
She stopped when she rounded the bend and saw it. Liam jogged ahead, camera up and snapping. He shifted to shoot from different angles.
She thought that damned truck had gone to the junk yard. If she’d known they’d just hauled it down here where she would find it…
“Take a look at this,” Liam called to her.
The shake of her head was slight, and he knew.
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A little cryptic, I know. If you’re curious, contact me by e-mail, and I’ll explain.
In the meantime, check out more Friday Fictioneers at Madison Woods’ blog.
That IS cryptic, Maggie, but my mind can conjure up all sorts of reasons why she wouldn’t want to see the truck again, especially after the title. Good, suspenseful tale. 🙂
Thanks for commenting on mine. For others:
http://siobhanmuir.blogspot.com/2012/03/his-old-chevy-100words-for.html
Definitely cryptic. But I think you should share the rest on your blog. Otherwise, you’re going to get TONS of emails. I’m curious.
Mine’s at http://shirleymccann.blogspot.com/2012/03/fitting-end.html
Cryptic can be good in fiction. Loved this.
Bittersweet seems to be the tone for this prompt. Nicely written–remembrances are good even though they’re, sometimes, tinged with sorrow.
Mine: http://www.vlgregory-circa1800.vpweb.com/blog.html
Cryptic indeed!
Has the makings of a great story!
And as siobhanmuir pointed out…the title gives some hints! 🙂
Here’s my attempt-
http://faitaccompli.wordpress.com/2012/03/30/old-times-sake/
My guess is he was covering it up, “Like who knew???” I don’t ever mind cryptic….. 🙂
Hey Maggie, that darned truck captured all kinds of real memories. It was hard for all of us, I am sure, to separate ourselves from it and pick out which memorie to use, or which evocation to pursue. So, Of course, I am dying to know what is really going on…
Laura
laura@lindaura.co.uk
I’m guessing her father died in that truck. Well done. I enjoyed this.
I’m at http://banterwithbeth.blogspot.com/2012/03/better-than-hunting.html?showComment=1333135984672#c3753053997183551805
Thanks for giving us the link to your WP blog! I don’t know the real story, but I have the thought in my mind that they should have hauled it to the scrapyard, too. Well written, even if sad.
What a rude shock. (And a rude action for whoever placed it there.) But now I can’t help but imagine it having ended up there without intention from either party. Well, either way…
http://littlewonder2.wordpress.com/2012/03/30/friday-fictioneers-abandoned/
Well written story and your last line evokes a lot of emotion.
Dear Maggie,
Your story rang true and I don’t need to e-mail you to figure out what happened. So often life experiences fuel our writing and then fan the flame to searing brightness. Your story was one such moment. Good job.
Aloha,
Doug
Cryptic, as you say, but not lacking for ideas! My mind is juggling a number of theories and that’s one of the greatest things about flash fiction – the unwritten story is often just as important as the written one.
http://garybaileywriting.wordpress.com/2012/03/30/fridayfictioneers-out-of-gas/
I agree with Doug and Gary. We don’t need to email you for an explanation because it would juggle up our own theories. That’s the fun of it. And, of course, there is your title. Here’s mine:
http://www.triplemoonstar.blogspot.com