Photo Prompt: (C) Kent Bonham

 

“But how do we build it?”

Zack scratched his tousled head and smiled his goofy grin, spreading the vellum over the rock table.

“That’s not the question, Zack,” said Sparky. “The question is what will it do?”

Etched on the ancient parchment were arches and wheels, columns and sprockets.

Zack passed the plan under the scanner –a battered dustbin lid suspended on the bare ribs of an old umbrella – but the readout remained blank.

“I dunno,” Zack said, “is this a building or a machine?”

“Maybe both,” said Sparky. “Don’t matter. It’s the making that counts.”

Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find It here.

 

Photo Prompt: (C) J Hardy Carroll

Grandpa scratched his thin beard, the turkey wattle flapping on his neck.  “Dammit, we used to make things, we were somebody.”

I didn’t know why he’d brought me to this derelict building, or what he wanted to teach me. Grandpa was just an old man, to be humoured.

“Can’t see how you’re ever going to amount to anything, Josh.” A sad shake of his head. “You can’t make a world out of selling each other insurance policies and burgers.”

Now, fifteen years on, with the DNA price crashing, Grandpa’s message makes sense.  I stare bleakly at my own wasteland.

 

Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find It here.

 

Viewing the blossom in cherry season is a Japanese tradition, as is writing haiku in response. Here’s my take on the cherry blossom haiku.

Blossom

The cherry came early this year

The world and I keep different time