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Friday Fictioneers – Mo

15 May, 2015

FriFic is on us again! This week, as well as writing 100 wordsin response to the prompt pic which Rochelle emailed to us, I intend to link my post to the blue froggy site properly so that I might get some hits! For those who didn’t receive it (and I have to ask why you didn’t) here is the pic for this week:

 

silo-has-come

and if you move your eyes a couple of inches or so downwards you can see the 100 words I wroted. Feel free to comment if you feel inspired to do so, or to not if you don’t.

 

 

Mo never accepted that the tower was just a silo. From his tent, his one-man Anti-Conspiracy Camp near the compound’s fence, he would explain to anyone who listened. “You only sees grain trucks, but I sees them other deliveries. At night. Army, I reckons. Govmunt, anyway. Dunno what they delivers, but it ain’t grain.” Then he held you with his one good eye, nodded slowly, and sipped again from that glass jug of whatever he brewed in the tent.

Then one day he was gone, just his empty tent remained.

Everyone remembers the day Mo went.

But nobody knows where.

 

 

 

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14 Comments
  1. Her’s my one hundred words (okay one hundred and ten I cheated!)
    I love your post! Be great to hear some more. Let me know what you think of my FriFic!

    “Ella run!” I say through gritted teeth, pushing her roughly.
    She stumbles towards the fence, bracing herself on it with her palm. She turns back and I can see determination burning in her eyes.
    “Jake, no. I’m not leaving you,” she says, clutching my shoulder to steady me.
    My leg dangles in the dry grass, bent out awkwardly at the ankle. Blood stains the hem of my trousers.
    I wince as I try to move it. “You can make it. Hide behind the silo before they see you. I’ll lead them away.”
    A high-pitched, moaning cry cuts through the still air.
    “They’ve caught our scent!” Ella hisses.
    “Go. Now!”

  2. Reblogged this on carolinepeckham and commented:
    Great post from The Reclining Gentleman. Check it out and give the FriFic a go!

    Here’s mine:

    “Ella run!” I say through gritted teeth, pushing her roughly.
    She stumbles towards the fence, bracing herself on it with her palm. She turns back and I can see determination burning in her eyes.
    “Jake, no. I’m not leaving you,” she says, clutching my shoulder to steady me.
    My leg dangles in the dry grass, bent out awkwardly at the ankle. Blood stains the hem of my trousers.
    I wince as I try to move it. “You can make it. Hide behind the silo before they see you. I’ll lead them away.”
    A high-pitched, moaning cry cuts through the still air.
    “They’ve caught our scent!” Ella hisses.
    “Go. Now!”

  3. Yikes! What WAS in that tent?

  4. And Mo was right all the time.. They should buy some tin-foil hats 😉

  5. He got a bit too close to that silo, it seems. Great voice, good story.

  6. I really liked your characterization of Mo. Nobody believed him but where did he go?

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