Doc handed me an old, scorched photo.
‘Tell me about this?’
‘Old. Stinks.’ I noted that clearly he hoped for more. ‘What do you want me to say?’
‘Whatever comes to mind.’
Oh, yeah, that’s helpful. I thought. ‘Do I know it?’
I held my tongue. I hated when people did this. It’s a cruel joke. Do you remember this? That? You just have to remember… I didn’t, I don’t, and I don’t care to. That’s what I wanted to say. If I did, I would be labeled belligerent. Oh, well, I already had that label.
‘It’s a barn.’
Author’s Note: This picture reminded a bit of the old barn at my beloved foster home… the one I went to on weekends for years. That particular barn was while, held cattle for only a few months of the year, and farm machinery the rest. After the house fire, it was all that remained of the farm. I drove by the farm a few months ago and the old barn still stands alone amid the fields.
A huge joy has come into my life! After 13 years of unemployment and looking for work constantly I was hired this week for a childcare position within the church. People who know me well, know that I love caring for others. It brings me a deep and abiding joy. I especially enjoy working with both the Elderly and Children… both ends of the life cycle. So, I’ve started work which is why this is so late to post. I’m loving it! 🙂 ❤
This short little fiction is written for Friday Fictioneer ‘s , a 100 word writing challenge hosted by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. A hearty thank you to Dawn Miller for this week’s photo. If you would like to read more short fictions, or am in a mood to participate, then please, follow the link and come to join us around the table. We’d love to have you!