Aha,this time it really is Friday-at least for me.Over at FF,our immensely talented host,the wonderful Rochelle Wisoff-Fields posted the photo prompt some 3 days back,setting the bar high with her amazing story.As I write this,already 81 writers have spun their magic using the photo prompt,provided by one of my favourite writers on FF,the admirable Sandra Crook.Thank you Sandra .:-)
I am late for two reasons-one I was rushing to get too many things done and second,c’cos this prompt had me stumped.However,after untangling my scrambled neurons and soothing my jangled nerves,I came up with my 100 words which follows just after the photo.
In case you are interested in participating or reading what other fantastic story tellers from around the world have come up with in just 100 words,do click on this link and pop over there to check it out http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/friday-fictioneers-2/
Sleep Baby, sleep
Maude drove the tractor –trailer out of the farm at an easy pace.
Ricky’s trench coat and boots sat well on her.
She pulled the cap a little lower and adjusted her sunglasses.
Not that anyone was around at this time.
Soon the town was behind her.
Ricky sure had been surprised to see her.
He thought she was dead.
Maude touched the scars on her face.
All through their marriage, Ricky’s constant complaint was,”I am going to pieces woman, let me sleep.”
Maude turned her head.
Between bales of hay, lay Ricky, finally sleeping.