The old man reached into his backpack.
“See these?” he said, holding up a fistful of spikes. “Caltrops. They stop road equipment in its tracks.”
His daughter looked at him. “Can we go soon?”
“Yes,” he said.
He walked out into the road, splashing through a muddy trickle swirled with diesel. He glanced down. Cobalt, pink, green; a metal rainbow.
He shook his head and started walking back and forth, scattering fistfuls of caltrops.
“Down with the Empire!” he shouted.
“Up with Spring!” she called back.
After that, they picked their way home through the quiet dripping trees.
What’s more fun, trying to prove random properties of the dirac delta (which I’m not sure I believe in anyway) or writing fiction? Anyway…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.
I welcome constructive criticism; without it I cannot grow as a writer. The weekly photo that inspired this story is below: