This week’s Friday Fictioneers was a little tough. All I knew before sitting down to hash out my weekly 100 words was that my story would involve someone named Roy and fences in inconvenient places. But I think it turned out alright. As always, constructive criticism is encouraged!
Here’s the photo prompt, story is below:
Roy set his stained cowboy hat on his knee and squinted at the setting sun. “That last hill was a bitch.”
“Yep, you said it,” I replied, and winced as sweat stung my eye. “Whose damn idea was it to run the fence right across the canyon?”
“Lost to time,” he said, and tossed me a Bud. “Alls I know is, we replace the bastard every year and every year he falls down again.”
I opened the can with a crisp crack. “The fence should follow the river.”
He sighed. “You say that every year.”