Mondays Finish the Story – June 22nd, 2015
Welcome to Mondays Finish the
Story!
Feel free to chime in with your story.
This is a unique flash fiction
challenge where we provide you with a new photo each week, and the first
sentence of a story. Your challenge is to finish the story using
100-150 words, not including the sentence provided. Don’t
forget to use the opening sentence… This challenge runs from Monday to
Sunday! Get creative and have fun finishing the story!
Please include the photo with
your bit of flash and a link back to this post. Do not forget to click
on the blue frog and add your link so that others can enjoy your story too! Now
let’s have some fun!
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Photo credit Barbara W. Beacham
Finish the story begins
with: “Hey boys, how ’bout y’all makin’ yer Ma some wind
chimes?”
MEMORIES
“Hey
boys, how ’bout y’all makin’ yer Ma some wind chimes?”
They were still there, those cans
from that summer holiday a long time ago.
Bill swore he heard his mother’s voice coming through the wooden slats
of the outhouse he was supposed to be clearing.
Those halcyon days spent with his
brothers, innocent times, never to be repeated again, even his own children wouldn't
experience the freedom Bill and Paul and Tim enjoyed.
He started placing items in the
crate. The land had a compulsory
purchase order slapped on it. His mother
had held out as long as she could but in the end the stress became too much and
she gave in. The three lads would look
after their mother in their own homes and try and make her as comfortable as
they possibly could.
In five years’ time the new
express road would obliterate all those memories just so people could commute
quickly from one town to another.
Word count: 150
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A story that has played out one too many times in reality. Lovely memories captured so well!
ReplyDeleteVery nicely done Sally! Thank you for another contribution to the Mondays Finish the Story challenge. Be well... ^..^
ReplyDeletePoignancy here Sally! How many memories have been obliterated in the name of progress?
ReplyDeleteJust a head's up here! Yolanda and I are taking up WEP again. There'll be a notice soon. Glad to see you've been busy with your flash fiction!
Denise :-)
A sad story Sally ~ Some of the elderly never recover from an uprooting ~ Nicely written ~
ReplyDeleteGood story, Sally. Sad that Bill's boys will never know the joys that he did as a child of being able to run about wild and free in the woods.
ReplyDeleteCleaning out our parents' "stuff" triggers all kinds of memories. Even though the process is difficult and sad at times, it's nice when something like those homemade wind chimes help us recall a happy time.
ReplyDeleteSuch a nostalgic look at how things change, whether we want them to or not.... Lovely, emotional story.
ReplyDeleteThat's often the way it ends up. When the government wants land, people usually have to give in or there's trouble. Well written, Sally. :) --- Suzanne
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