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.