PHOTO PROMPT © Connie Gayer
(Note: We’re in South Dakota, visiting family and looking forward to the graduation of our oldest grandson. I have infrequent access to wifi, so I probably won’t read all your posts this week. I’ll miss that, but it’s the way things are. In the meantime, here’s my contribution for this week’s Friday Fictioneers.)
(Note #2: I forgot to do the link-up when I wrote this on Wednesday, finally got the opportunity today. So sorry to not have the opportunity to read all of your stories!)
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“Dadburned old pipes!” muttered Jem, up to his knees in muck. A connection had broken, or rusted off, or been chewed by varmints. His garden would die without the irrigation pipes that kept it green. Water dripping from the pipe made a foul-smelling mudhole, but he had to keep digging to see how far back the damage to the pipe had gone.
He threw each shovelful into his small front end loader, which would save time refilling the hole later. He wondered why the ground kept getting smellier. Terrible stench.
The he saw the human skull.
EEEK! This is the opening to your new novel? 😉
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No, but it COULD be 🙂
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There are a lot of unpleasant smells about this week – yours is the most unpleasant so far. Would love to know what happens next….
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Ah, that’s the beauty of 100 words–leaves much to the imagination 🙂
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That’s unusually dark, Linda
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Yes. Every now and then I’m tempted to the dark side 🙂
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Many dead body stories have been conjured this week. Yours is delightfully dark.
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It was the perfect setup!
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Ahhhh…a cliff hanger! 🙂
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Ouch! The problems we have with our water system these days I tell ya.
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🙂
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This is a far cry from your usual jovial self… and you did it splendidly… what a horrid discovery…
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You’re the second person to comment on the change in tone from me. I guess I don’t go to the dark side too often 🙂
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Guess not… And with that sweet face of yours…
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Aw, thanks–you just haven’t seen that face when it’s not so sweet 🙂
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Same with me 😉
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Urgh! The increasing stench really made me feel I was there with him and I wrinkled my nose 🙂
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I’ve never smelled that awful odor, hope I never do. But everything I’ve read and heard is that it’s something you never forget.
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Dear Linda,
That’s not what you want to find when you’re digging, is it? Good one. Dark, but good.
Enjoy your family and grandchildren. We’ll still be here when you get back. 😉
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks, Rochelle. Back on track in a couple of days 🙂
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An excellent and ominous attention-grabber. And I just love the varmints. A great word.
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Me too, Jilly. Sounds just like what it means.
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I loved the vocabulary, and the corpse took me by surprise! Nice story, Linda.
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Thanks, Penny. Seemed like the perfect set-up for a corpse to appear 🙂
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🙂
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Oh .. we saw the same thing in the bottom of that hole… wonder what will come next
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Very vivid. i could almost smell it from here.
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Jem is certainly not having a good day! Shocking ending.
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