This post is written for Friday Fictioneers. The challenge is to write a complete story with a beginning, middle and end in 100 words or less using the picture prompt below.
I remember watching my grandfather squatting in front of the black and white television in his bid overalls ranting at all the political candidates .
Together with his brothers they dug a basement and then moved his home over it. My Uncle Luther ran his tractor into the basement wall.
I followed behind him and his tractor picking up rocks so the field could be planted next season. He couldn’t afford the cost of burying of any family member. I heard stories of family members being buried under those rocks.
I’m still superstitious about homes build with rocks.