Friday Fictioneers – Dirt

PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

“It’s in the wrong place,” he screamed.

Seaweed draped the foreshore like a bad comb-over. I could see this wasn’t pretty, but it skewered Anton’s brain.  Once, when we’d taken up kitchen floor, and he glimpsed the terrible truth of soil beneath the house, he’d bawled that way.

“Just storm waves,” I explained.

But we had to labour all morning, returning every strand to its home in the water before he’d calm.


 Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here

76 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers – Dirt

  1. Love the bad comb-over analogy. And, I can see the sensitive soul of this character. I’ve cared for children that insisted on having funerals for dead houseflies. Insane as it is, these souls are so precious. They care for life, just for the sake of that life…. what it would be if we all cared as much just for human life, eh?

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  2. Autism, perhaps? Things need to stay exactly where they belong.

    I read your new book this past week. Genius piece of writing! “The Tears of Boabdil” had me running to keep up until I figured out what was going on. Beautiful blend of reality/myth/psychosis. I loved it.

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      1. Reviews are done. I understand it may take a couple of days while they review my review 🙂 I used the same post for both sites, as I couldn’t think of anything different to say!

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  3. Just like everybody else, I love the comb-over analogy. Brilliant! I agree with Anton. A place for everything and everything in its place. I have been accused of being OCD and maybe a little autistic.

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  4. Great start: “Seaweed draped the foreshore like a bad comb-over.” I can understand the poor kid’s anguish regarding the phobia under the floorboards. Guessing it was seething with wigglies!

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