Every Wednesday Rickenbacker Wisoff-Fields posts a picture prompt to challenge writers to create a 100-word story or poem or anything that works for you. Then post your work on your blog. additionally, on friday, you go back to her site and post a link to your blog entry in the comments on her Friday Fictioneers post.
I’m going to try to keep up with this, as should you. Give it a shot. I prefer to stick to 100 words, but she doesn’t mind either way. Not everyone has the time to sit and write, revise, edit, revise, edit, etc. until getting it down to 100 and telling everything you want to tell.
I don’t usually say anything about my own work, but I’m rather proud of this one.
Two things before you read: 1. I’m a stickler for keeping to 100 words, but I slightly cheated. I wrote “alot,” as one word when it really is two words. 2. I started a sentence with the numerals 2000 instead of writing it out. Not sure why, just felt like it. So forgive those technical errors, even though they’re intentional.
A tall man, burly yet soft, strode alongside his long-haired son.
“I’m having trouble getting used to this. Not what I planned or expected.”
“Let it go, Dad. We each choose what’s best for ourselves. You can’t control everything.”
“You sure?” Father smiled.
“Okay. Shouldn’t control everything.”
“Would be alot easier though.”
“Wouldn’t be fair. Have patience. They’ll come around.”
“2000 years wasn’t enough?”
“It’s just a blink.”
“All these lights?”
“Safer than candles.”
“That guy in red looks nothing like me.”
“Let it go, Dad.”
“Happy birthday, Son.”
“Thanks. And relax. You did good.”
“WE did good.”