The Friday Fictioneer Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo.
The Great Flood
“I remember it like it was yesterday.”
Jamie sighed. Here we go again. The Great Flood of ’16. She could have told the story herself even though it happened before she was born.
Grandma settled into a rhythm. “No place to go. Gators washed out of the bayous into the neighborhoods, rattlesnakes hanging from trees, sometimes bodies floating by.
Afterwards, it got worse. The heat, the smell. No electricity. We lived in one room for months. Hung our clothes from the ceiling to dry.”
Her voice cracked. “I tried, but I couldn’t save him.” Grandma still missed her dog, Blue.
To read other Friday Fictioneer stories based on this photo, select the smiley blue frog.
For a special treat, check out Dawn’s story. She wrote hers in verse for April Poetry Month.
Just a great description of how life could be, and the valve of Blue. Like it. Mike
Ah, a good story is still a good story, no matter how many times it’s told.
That’s pretty good, Tresha. I like the conciseness of it and the structure. Really great!
Nice work! 🙂
Aw, poor grandma! Love the description and imagery in this.
As I read, I wondered how you were going to end it. The story is great, and Blue works, but somehow I wanted more
I also wanted to include more, but with only 100 words . . .
No matter how often it is told, the tale is important. History of a life and what made it. I loved your story!
Poor old blue. Heard this so many times I miss him too. lol
Thanks for the shout out I enjoyed your tale.
I am glad she still lets Grandma tell her story, and listens.
Yes, a little compassion goes a long way.
Blue must be how she’s feeling..good story, poor grams.
That sounded real, Tresha. My dad used to repeat some stories, but I still enjoyed them and it helped me remember so I can now write them. Well down. 🙂 — Suzanne
Thanks. Some stories become very important to us. It helps when someone listens.