Inspired by my childhood (but still fiction)…
I have always hated summer vacations, that’s when I have to tag along with my dad to work. Dad is a care-giver and the patient he’s been assigned lived in a pig sty. No, calling this place a pig sty would be a compliment. Yes, it’s that bad. The family smelled like they haven’t bathed in ages, maybe they haven’t, who knows. There was garbage everywhere. One time, I’d even find a toilet in the backyard while I walk around the yard to catch my breath and this always makes me wonder, how do these people live in such place?
Each week, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple hosts Friday Fictioneers where we’re challenged to write a piece of flash fiction in 100 words, more or less, based on the picture above.