He took one long last look at the silo. This land sure wasn’t much to look at, but it had been his home.
Times were changing, though. He was alone now. It hadn’t rained for three years, and the irrigation wells had dried up. He could no longer afford to keep the silos idle.
Tomorrow the bulldozers would come, and a casino would be built. Everyone told him how lucky he was. He was a rich man; in theory, anyway.
He turned his back, eyes glistening, and climbed into the bus. He was homeless now.
— 95 words —
Each week, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple hosts Friday Fictioneers where we’re challenged to write a piece of flash fiction in 100 words, more or less. This week’s challenge is based on Marie Gail Stratford’s photo above.
All About Being Human (award-free zone) 
Isn’t it ironic how you can be financially wealthy, and soulfully poor? ;) G-uno
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Yes, very ironic at how we evaluate wealth.
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ah! Its always hard to leave behind the ones own. Nice story. :-)
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Thank you!
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Sometimes progress feels like going backwards. A casino. How awful. But if you were aiming for realistic fiction, you did well.
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Thank you!
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You’re welcome!
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You’ve captured the attachment to place beautifully.
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Thank you so much for your feedback!
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Sad for him. But don’t forget that lovely lolly he now has in the bank. This piece is full of atmosphere.
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:D
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i guess nothing lasts forever. when all’s said and done, nothing would be left but our memories.
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So very true. Thank you for reading it.
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:( What a rough spot to be in
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Thank you for reading!
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You’re ‘flash fiction’ is amazing – how you are able to set-up both a premise and the gist of the plot in so few words – well done.
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Thank you!!
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Pave paradise and put up a parking lot or a new development or a casino.
Rich man, poor man.
Good story.
Randy
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Yes, very nice comment. thank you.
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Homeless can mean mor things than one.. Sad tale.
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Yes, it often can. Thank you.
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Conflicting emotions… I wonder if he would have hated the place after a while if he had lived in poverty. It’s a bit like selling your soul. Great story.
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Good question. Who knows what life would have thrown him if he’d stayed. Who knows what life will throw him now :)
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Maybe he puts some of his new riches into a nature preservation fund, that way the loss of home will actually achieve something good.
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Dear Onchi,
If he’s indeed a wealthy man he’ll be able to buy another house. However, his sense of wealth isn’t tied up in possessions. Nicely done and a hearty welcome to Friday Fictioneers!
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thank you very much and thank you so much for hosting it!
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