Friday Fictioneers: Travel Games

How much further?” my grandson asked me again.
“We have a ways yet. Why don’t you take a nap?”
“I’m not tired” he replied with a loud sigh.
“There sure not much to look at on this drive” he stated.
“No, not here” I agreed.

“Who do you suppose lives there?” he asked incredulously, pointing to a lone house wedged into the side of the hill. It’s brown hue, blending in with its surroundings.
“Hmmm.. I don’t know. Who do you think?” I asked, hoping to spark his imagination.
“Someone who doesn’t like people” he replied.  “Maybe a writer.
Or a murderer!”



This week’s photo: © Jean L. Hays

Friday Fictioneers is a weekly 100 word writing challenge inspired by a picture prompt. Click here to read other stories.

46 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers: Travel Games

  1. I woke up got up at 5:00 a.m. on Wednesday, thinking it was 6:00 a.m. and time to get ready to go teach my class. When I discovered my mistake I tuned into FF and murdered some people. Certainly, writers and murderers can be one and the same. Great little tale, Dawn.

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