His sideways smile was telling. She’d seen his kind before, looking for locals too far in the hole with the bank. “Storms come up quick ‘round here,” she warned him. “Hail can cut to the bone.”
“Thanks for the advice, but don’t you worry your pretty little head about me. Which way to the Blackburn farm?”
“That fancy car of yours is no match for the roads ‘round here. Better let Roy take you in the truck.”
She tossed the keys to Roy.
Hours later, Roy returned. “Here’s a twenty for your trouble, Roy.”
“It was no trouble, Miss Blackburn.”
*****
Writers from ’round the world share stories each week that are inspired by a photo prompt submitted by Friday Fictioneer contributors and offered by the immensely talented Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.
I’ve learned a great deal while participating in Friday Fictioneers. Your comments have always been appreciated. It is unfair that I do not have time to read more of your stories; it seems I get ’round to fewer and fewer each week. My plate is full of research and writing as I push to complete my degree. It has been great fun getting to know you. I will miss being a part of the group, but I have to say goodbye for now. I wish each of you the best, and as always, thanks for reading.
Honie Briggs 
I saw your “like” on my post this week. Thanks for taking the time to stop in and read.
I loved this post. Sorry it took me 6 months to get here. Sounds like Roy and Miss Blackburn knew how to handle carpetbaggers.
There was a matter-of-fact creepiness to it. Very nice.
Just running back by to wish you Merry Christmas. May your holidays be merry and bright…and your stocking full of new stories to tell us!
I wonder how many bankers they’ve disposed of already. Cunning, these two, I liked the twist.
Good luck Stephannie. We’ll miss you and your stories. Go do what you have to do.
We’ll be here when you get back.
Hasta luego.
Did you consider calling Roy by the name Hale instead? I do love a good (and vicious) inside joke!
Ha! No, but thanks for th laugh. 🙂
I love the dark at the end. Roy took care of business. On another note, I hope this isn’t goodbye forever. I’ll miss you!! Best wishes. xox
Dear Stephonie,
Pretty little twist at the end.
And speaking of end…your announcement leaves me feeling somewhat bereft. I understand busy and I send you off with blessings and best wishes. However it won’t stop me from missing you. Please keep in touch.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Lovely twist. She used her pretty little head just right.
Still raining…
But perfect for adding a little swamp thinking to the story. Well done!
And she has a new car too. Clever way to save the family farm.
Tracey
Then the repo man’s bound to come ’round. One bill collector at a time.
I meant that she would steal his car after they disposed of the body. ha ha
Great ending to the story, Stephanie. Don’t go too far away from us and be sure to drop some crumbs so that you can find your way back.
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As long as you keep writing, Allan, I’ll keep reading. Always a click away.
Thanks, it is good to know that you are out there, stalking…
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Great story! A little twist at the end… love it! AND… it’s STILL raining *sigh* But I haven’t seen any frogs! 😀
Keep an eye out. They can sneak up on ya. 😀
Oh Honie, twisted … love it.
Texas twisted! Thanks Val.
I’m thinking they don’t take too kindly to newcomers in that there part of town…
Exactly, Dale. Strangers are not welcome, especially the greedy banker kind.
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Dark and twisty at the end. I always like those. 🙂
A byproduct of forensic science on the brain, I think. 🤕