Life on the Farm


Life on the Farm

Henry kicked off his boots, and slammed them against the wall. Dried mud hid in every crack and crevice of the tread. Having dislodged most of it, he sat on the rocking chair on the porch, and threw his polka dotted, socked feet up onto the railing. Life on the farm was everything he had expected and more. No mobiles, no internet, no way for them to find him. Just the blaring sun beating down on his face, the sound of the wind in the trees, and the aroma of fresh manure to tickle his senses. He’d escaped. He’d won.

Friday Fictioneers


Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. (No one will be ostracized for going a few words over the count.)


Make every word count.


51 responses to “Life on the Farm

  1. I´m your new stalker! I read your about page, man that was impressive. Law graduate, published writer..I´m communicating with a published writer!
    This one was certainly flash fiction, very good one by the way. I believe, and correct me if I´m wrong that they also consider flash fiction up to 1000 words. But I like the challenge of writing a story in only 100 words. I´ll take you up for that challenge one of these days…let´s see who wins.

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