Friday Fictioneers

The Friday Fictioneers Challenge can be found here (FF).

Copyright -Sandra Crook

As a young boy  I liked to help my grandfather bale the straw, load it on his tractor  and then drive that old tractor to the outskirts of town and sell to the local crop dealer. He taught me to drive that old Ford tractor before I could drive a car. Some days we had to wait in line before we could unload our tractor. While he waited in line I went inside to  spend some  time  with the other boys my age.  I was having a ball.

But one day,  while waiting,  he accidentally left me there by myself.

Word count = 100

The Cave — Picture It & Write

This post is in response to ermilia.

by Jonathan Taylor Sweet

Tell me again about the past

The one where everything was green or blue

Why now just us

In this winter cave

I only see the future and in this dream there is but one of us

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The Bell Lap

This story is written for Friday Fictioneers.

Copyright - David Stewart

born to poverty, living with fear and crime

left the dirty city with nothing and expected the same and not to do time

he bought this farm with his very last nickel

working day and night with some old hammer and sickle

young and fearless, some say reckless, he married his true love and had five children

determined with all his might not to be a lowly pilgrim

where will it all stop he often wondered

 one thing he knew he didn’t  want to live  to be a hundred

his lined face and worn frame indicated the ringing of his bell lap

Carpe Diem #364 — Yaroslavsky Terminal Moscow

Well … off we go on our first part of our journey straight through the Soviet Union with the TSR up to Vladivostok and finally we will arrive at Shikoku Island.  I combined a Haiku pared with an American Sentence. Special thanks to Bjorn.

Written for Carpe Diem.

Clouds out my window

violin strings are in the air

a leaving behind

Reflecting on the pleasure of the  journey that will be my future.

Table chair bowl of fruit

train whistles mark my journey

a new life begins