Friday Fictioneers – Endurance

~ Neil MacDonald
PHOTO PROMPT © Lisa Fox

The knuckles of the world thrust through the grass here. It’s a place he feels safe. The green flesh, speckled by gaudy blushes of vermilion or azure, is soft and tender, yes. But it comes and goes, easily erased. When gales lash the earth, unleashing driving sheets of rain, it’s the bones that survive.

Good bones—that’s what they say about something ugly but enduring, something like him. Flesh is ephemeral, but the bones abide. He wonders, if he lies very quiet on the grass, might he learn to endure?

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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

47 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers – Endurance”

  17. I think it’s difficult to convey a real sense of place with so few words but you did an excellent job of it with this story. I think we can all identify with a person who wonders if he belongs. I loved the “knuckles of the world” phrase.

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