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.

Author: Danny James

“Travel makes one modest. You see what a tiny place you occupy in the world.”

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