
The trading post was closed. Looked as if it had been since the owner walked off set. The past wasn’t for sale today, Donna thought happily, but the kids whined.
“Well, what can we do if the museum’s shut?” asked Brian, her eldest. “Maybe, go watch a gunfight?”
Donna peered through the fly-smeared windscreen, as if she might glimpse the answer. Seeing the future is easy – all you need is hope. To understand the past is much harder – that takes honesty.
“Why, we’ll get our kicks down Route 66 of course,” she said, the old song playing only for her.
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Your insight for the succinct is brilliant.
Maybe we should all set ourselves a weekly target of 100 words would help us edit.
Loved the Route 66 reference we can all relate to that. Thanks Neil x
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Thanks, Yvonne
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Dear Neil,
I can remember being the mom with whining kids. Loved the line the past wasn’t for sale today. You packed a lot into your hundred words. Now I’ve got the song banging around in my groggy head. 😉
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Sorry about the song. At least it’s better than having the “wheels on the bus” song in your head. Oops., I did it again. Sorry
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Clapping my hands over my mental ears. 😯
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Nooo! I am done with that life but now those words are back in again.
The people on the bus go up and down. up and down. up and down….
Nice story though.
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A great glimpse of life traveling with kids, Neil. She should find something on the Route 66 tourist menu. Good writing. 🙂 — Suzanne
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Thanks,Suzanne
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Start in Chicago on Michigan Avenue and head west. You can’t miss it. Once you get west of Tonapah, you pretty much are looking at a wasteland of solid poverty. Still, it’s a hell of a ride.
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Oh, I feel for Donna. Car journeys with kids…..ugh! And I, too, loved the line about the past not being for sale. I always think it’s a shame that pretty much everything about it is for sale, apart from the lessons it has to teach us – and those are given away free, if only we cared enough to look.
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Thanks, Louise
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I hope Donna finds a new song, perhaps. We are going where the sun shines brightly, by Cliff Richards.
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Thanks, Mike
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I too liked the line about the past being not for sale. The piece reminded me of the feeling of trying to keep kids occupied…
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Thanks, Sandra
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I like Donna, she seems a resilient kind.
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Thanks so much
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Can never do much for the past… a dream for the future is always possible… but dreaming of the past can easily become a lie.
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Exactly
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Loved this. And, me too… that line “the past was not for sale…”
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Thanks, Dale
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I liked this very much. To the point and you made your point. Evocative.
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Thanks so much, Rosemary
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Working out the past takes honesty? Maybe that’s why many of us prefer to forget it. Great take on the prompt Neil. Let’s hope she can find a way to amuse those kids, or all hell will break loose 🙂
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Thanks, Lynn
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Pleasure 🙂
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…the past is not for sale… brilliant.
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Thanks so much
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Ah, the long and winding road! Another song – sorry!
My silly story!
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Thanks, Keith
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Route 66 is a long road to go on with bored kids in the car, hope she finds something to occupy them soon. Nice one.
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Thanks Iain
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Seeing the future is easy – all you need is hope I love this line.
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Thanks Alicia
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This prompt fit you like a glove, Neil! I knew it would. You captured essence. You sure you aren’t an American???? Maybe it’s the hat and the Hemingway attitude in your writing.
Five out of five APCO Gas signs for you ,my friend. 😀
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I thought it was probably a bit too sentimental. That’s not an American trait is it?
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Are you kidding? If that were the case, Frank Capra would have stayed in Sicily.
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Thanks William
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I never read the other posts before I add mine. I too remembered Nat King Cole’s song…just in a different way. You are right, dealing with the past takes honesty and it’s not always easy to face the truth.
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Onward to the future!
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Onward brigade
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Haha–I love this–some great lines–especially those about the past and future. I can almost hear and see the kids’ responses to their mother’s Route 66 comment–eye rolls? Bewilderment?
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History records that it went something like “awww mom”
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haha–of course!
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“Seeing the future is easy – all you need is hope. To understand the past is much harder – that takes honesty.”–Brilliant!
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Thanks so much
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You totally resonated with all the Moms today. I think this is my favorite of all time from you.
I’m simple like that, Tracey
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Wow! Thanks, Tracey
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I’m sure she’ll find something to keep the kids quiet!
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Great story! The kids’ attitudes are captured very well.
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Thanks so much
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Ha. Love her memories and knowing the kids wont get it is sad and funny because she’s grinning for her inside joke. Good for her. A great moody piece in only a few words
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Thanks so much, Laurie
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I AM humming that song. I was humming it when I wrote my story; now, it’s back again.
I remember those road trips. Kids whining – hungry, food, bathroom – when are we getting there and all that. But, it looks like Donna is strong woman. Like everyone said before me, Neil – “The past wasn’t for sale today” – is perfect.
Have a nice weekend.
Isadora The past wasn’t for sale today
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Sorry about the earworm. Thanks, Isadora
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It’s OK … it’s a catchy tune. : )
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Good one, Neil. The past never changes, but the future is wide open.
There’s nothing like whiny kids and a long car ride. Let’s do a another sing-a-long, “99 bottle of beer.”
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Or perhaps the past changes constantly. Thanks, Russell
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Coming this late to the party, I can only repeat what others have said. “Are we there yet?!”
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I can see you’ve been on a road trip or two
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Hi Neil – just joined Friday Fictioneers so looking forward to getting to know folk. I really liked your last line.. ‘the old song playing only for her’ great finsih that actually opens up a whole new sense of story.
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Thanks Poppy, and welcome to FF
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“Seeing the future is easy – all you need is hope. To understand the past is much harder – that takes honesty.”
Great line and how true! Love it.
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Thanks so much
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Lovely fable.
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Thanks, Dawn
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Okay, the song is going through my head as I type. This was beautiful, Neil. I could relate to that moment where past and future co-exist. A moment of honesty, too.
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Thanks, Amy
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Good snippet of life and travel with kids. I got a giggle out of the truth of your fiction. Also a poignant note about understanding the past. There’s some irony about your story and the events of this week in the US, too…
Happy trails!
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Thanks so much
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