PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson
“Oh no, not again.” Sammy muttered, staring out the living room window. It was the second winter in a row an ice storm had plagued the area. It’s where the rain immediately become ice upon landing.
“Okay, Sammy, mommy’s gotta go. You be good to daddy today, okay?” She lowered and kissed Sammy’s head.
“But mommy, there’s an ice storm outside.” His mother sighed. She wished she could stay home on a day like this but they needed the money. “Mommy, please don’t go.” Tears began falling from Sammy’s eyes as his mother closed the door for the last time.
(100 words)
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.
Oh, no!
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Oh, poor little boy!
Susan A Eames at
Travel, Fiction and Photos
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I feel bad for him too.
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You gotta do whatcha gotta do.. sad ending for Sammy though. Well done on the prompt!
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Yep! Thank you for reading. 🙂
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Oh, no. No, no. no.
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Awwweee. The poor kid will grow up hating the snow 😦
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And ice.
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she closed the door for the last time… wasn’t she coming back?
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No, I’m afraid not. The ice storm got her.
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So so sad.
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