The Friday Fictioneer Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo.

Photo copyright Mary Shipman

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.

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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.