I'm loving the photo prompt for this week's Friday Fictioneers, courtesy of the lovely Madison Woods. This reminds me of my own stint in the desert, a place I came to love and call home, a place I dearly miss. So, here's my 100 word tale. Feel free to leave your comments and your links.
|Photo by Amanda Gray, courtesy of madison-woods.com|
Welcome to Nowhere. Population: 1. The crooked door, peelin' paint and broken windows shout “nobody’s home.” Ain’t nothin' here but endless scrub and sky and God forsaken blistering heat – my own personal Hell.
Been holed up here for weeks now, all alone. The hiding out? That’s easy. It’s the waiting gets hard. Out here, nothing sneaks up on a man ‘cept what’s inside his head. The secrets. The sins.
Wish I knew if Jed was a-comin’; if he hid it like he promised. Them clouds been promising a storm, too; but so far ain’t no sign of rain, or Jed.