This is my entry for this week’s Friday Fictioneers Challenge run by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. This week’s picture prompt was provided by Santoshwriter. The challenge is to write a story within 100 words.
The Origins of a Dream
“Maybe he’s mad,” Joey whispered, peering through the tangled branches where they crouched. He shivered, though he told himself it was because of the dew dripping down his neck.
The old groundsman’s voice droned continuously in meandering reminiscences, his movements achingly slow as he snipped withered flowers from stems.
Charlie sniggered. “As a coot!”
“Maybe he chops people’s heads off.”
“Maybe he’ll chop your head off.”
“Or maybe,” the groundsman interrupted, “he’ll tell you boys to quit hiding under a shrub and to help an old man out.”
His tales of bygone days continued as they trailed him around the park.
Word Count: 100
Today’s story is a companion piece to yesterday’s FFfAW entry, The Price of a Dream. As I mentioned yesterday, that story was cut down from 400 to 175 words to fit the word limit. In order to do that I had to edit out several things – one of which was the character of the old groundsman. I was rather sad about losing him as it was he who inspired the twins to become groundsmen themselves and his stories that drove them to regenerate the park. Luckily I was able to reuse him, and the twins, today.
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