Friday Fictioneers is a group of bloggers who write 100-word stories after being inspired by a photo posted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. It is not a closed group; you can join in! We are allowed to use the photo in our post and encouraged to leave each other comments. I write my story before I read any of the other writers’ creations, although I do often read Rochelle’s post before I write mine since it is right under the photo of the week. This week’s story is 99 words long.
It was easy to pretend that they were just camping and could return to regular life as soon as they drove back into town. It was easy to forget WWIII.
“I think your mind must have quiet, every week, to be able to process things.”
Sally had taken on a philosophical bent this last month. Joe had learned to ride out her phases. He grunted as he stirred the pot of beans over the fire.
“I really don’t mind that you accidently killed the last friend we made because he talked a lot and I really need my quiet.”