North Carolina makes the switch from early Spring right into Summer, but I’m not complaining, and neither are my tomatoes. That and finally posting an epic video from 15 miles in the air has had me occupied (and grad school…), but I can’t miss my weekly ritual! Every Friday, writers from all around the world write 100 word (or thereabouts) flash fiction based on a photo posted that Wednesday on Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ blog.
Here’s my story this week. I welcome constructive criticism; without it I cannot grow as a writer.
Out of the Weather
Hey man, thanks for coming over and helping me move that thing. It was super heavy so good call with the ramp. Iron rusts, you know, just withers away to crumbly chips on the ground, so I figured I should put it here instead of leaving it under the mulberry tree. In other news I decided his gravestone ought to be kinda weather resistant so I told them to carve it out of quartzite. You’ll be able to read the name and date for a million years, they said. That’ll be long enough, I said.