It’s once more time for the weekly photo prompt exercise known as the Friday Fictioneers. Thanks to Madison Woods and all of her generous photo contributors, a lucky group of us get the chance to read, or write our own 100 word stories based on the prompt. Mine is below the picture, the link to find the other stories or directions for adding your’s is below.

Poised near the alley, she was determined to find the bitch who took her kids and make her pay. So what if she used a little meth, drank now and then and dated, that didn’t give that social worker the right to take her babies! Was it her fault the brats missed school, or that the boy couldn’t stay on his feet when she smacked him? He needed to toughen up.

When the wind flung sand in her face, she threw up a hand, but it wasn’t enough to stop the onslaught. The debris gained mass and speed, cutting her exposed flesh as her feet left the ground. The last thing she saw was the women’s face peering out the window as she thanked her guardian.



 

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Comments
  1. Hi ST,
    Well, nobody’s perfect. Sometimes you just have to beat some sense into your kids. Oh, wait, that’s in Pakistan. I got confused for a minute. Glad you got those kids into good hands. Good job! Ron

  2. billgncs says:

    wow — that was a wild one. I suppose we can rationalize away anything. Good job

  3. I misread the sentence of “So she used a little meth . . . ” when I first read through. I read it as her doing that stuff because someone had harmed her kids. Then I got to the end and . . . yeah. So I had to read it twice to fully get the effect, but when I finally got it, it was quite a powerful exploration of the woman’s psyche. Wow.

  4. Anne Orchard says:

    Told from a very interesting viewpoint. I’d love a Guardian looking out for me!
    Mine’s here today http://anneorchardwriter.wordpress.com/2012/10/12/friday-fictioneeers-empty/

  5. Wow, quite a portrait you painted. Very hard to feel sympathy for that mom.

  6. Sandra says:

    Very convincing voice in this one. Nice work.

  7. I’m glad someone/thing was watching out for the kids.

  8. Wow – I’m not quite sure who or what the “guardian” is, but what a vivid background story you gave us, and a satisfying resolution. Is the old woman the grandmother, I wonder? Good job.

  9. Lora says:

    Had to reread to sort this out in my head. Happy the kids are in the safe hands of a guardian.

  10. rich says:

    i’m not exactly sure what happened, but whatever it was, she was willing to face it for sure.

  11. I was a little confused at the end. Reread it several times. Loved the sand cutting through her cut feet. Felt her pain.

  12. brudberg says:

    How can so much darkness be found in such a bright picture?

  13. I liked this story, particularly the first paragraph. The Guardian threw me, though. It seems like most of your other readers didn’t have trouble with it so it might just be me.

    • Yes, it was confusing. I got to the end and realized I didn’t know what to name the mysterious force watching over the social worker and the kids, so I jumped on the generic “guardian.” I think if I had more words to work with it would have have a bit more back story to explain the force.

  14. rgayer55 says:

    I think you did a nice job of putting us in her head, her self-justification for the “bad mom” behavior. Too often they send those poor children back to that environment. Hurray for guardians.

  15. dmmacilroy says:

    Some confusion in the warp and woof of this grim tapestry, but overall the weave showed us a world few will encounter. The guardian was a nice touch.

    Aloha,

    Doug

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