100 word fiction
Just settin’ here, thinkin’ bout how far we come and what we got. It ain’t much, but it’s gold. Not real gold, mind you. Don’t need anybody come knockin down my door like they done with Carl. He’s got them bars on the door and window now. Afraid of losin’ somethin’ more. That’s all you really need, someone who’s got yer back. Day in, day out. Well, I got Ruthie and she got me. We’re the lucky ones. Been that way for almost twenty years now. Don’t need anything else. ‘Cept maybe a cold beer on a warm summer night.
I think it’s been that way much longer than twenty years. Excellent photo and hundred-words of flash fiction.
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Yeah, the place looks to be at least 70 years old. Thanks, Timothy!
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Joe’s said it all!
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Thank you, Sue.
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Excellent image and words Emilio/Paul 🙂
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Thanks, Joe.
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