This is a short story for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields “Friday Fictioneers” which is a 100 word fiction piece on the photo prompt.
PHOTO PROMPT © G.L. MacMillan.
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As the Johnson family stepped out of the car parked on the side of the road, they looked fearfully around. Just before the tire blew out they heard what sounded like a gunshot.
The sound wasn’t repeated, but a few people headed out of the little store by the filling station. One of them was an old-timer with a rifle over his shoulder. Everyone scurried out of his way.
“What the hell?” Mr. Johnson said.
Clem turned around, shot another bottle on the shelf and then pointed at their rear tire and fired.
“Grandpa! What are you doing?”
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such a captivating scene and image – so true that what is not said is the essence of a good story
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Thank you for reading and the comments. So glad you found it captivating.
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oh my – and I know this isn’t your pic but I love it!
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Glad you love the picture. It took some thinking to come up with something. Hard to write a story in 100 words. 33 words was the smallest.
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just rather interesting, what you came in with in response to that picture – a granpa who only like to shoot them thar bottles – wonder if there’s some hurt in his life
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I wouldn’t argue with him!
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nor would I…he’d shoot you just as easily as not
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Sounds like granpa is losing his marbles. LOL! Cute story.
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Redneck hill-billies: they get everywhere!
Good piece.
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I am glad you liked it. Thank you!
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About time someone took that gun away from him, but I guess that’s never gonna happen. Good story, very vivid description.
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