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.
Intriguing, I wonder how many generations are there waiting to be found.
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Hmmmmm!
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Looks like Uncle Luther has a secret he might never tell.
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Most likely more than one.
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Oh yes, Danny, knowing where the bodies are buried brings all kinds of possibilities. Well contrived.
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That’s quite the trigger. Have wonder about all those stone forts too.
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You never know what could be lurking underneath…
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If only stones could talk.
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You know you’re right, Danny, there is probably a story for every stone in that structure. Stones live a long time and see a lot.
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If they could only talk.
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Funny how superstitions come into being!
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Now there’s a house I don’t want to visit! Nicely done Danny.
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Superstition always has root in truth, nice one!
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Interesting superstition
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