Author’s note: Hey everyone! I keep promising more stuff on the blog, but school and job hunting gets in the way. Once something comes along, there will be more posts. Otherwise, you get to enjoy Friday Fictioneers from me! My good blog-father, David Stewart, got the picture for this week, and I think it’s a beauty! Enjoy the story!
Suddenly, Last Summer
by Miles H. Rost
The rust on the gate was quick. Brand new last year, now tarnished.
Only one rainfall came that summer, but it was a blessing. A year’s worth of crops came in a month. It was incredible.
Then they came to the house. Claimed all sorts of charges, all sorts of lies. They said the rain didn’t want to come. I asked them how they knew the intent of the rain.
They didn’t tell me much, didn’t even allow me the chance of getting a lawyer.
Now I’ve been kicked out. My life is in ruin.
The rust shows my life.
Interesting piece. I liked the opening line about the quickness of rusting. Impressed itself on me – and when you ended it with the same theme, and I was completed. Now that that’s settled, did you steal the rain or not.
It’s metaphor. And most of those who this happen to do not.
Ha. Do you know what’s a meta for?
An interesting story. I am lost though as to whom the they are. I like the quick rusting gate and how it shows his life. Love the music clip.
I took a modern story that was running through my head, and put it into a fiction story.
I’ll probably reveal what it was about in Wednesday’s posting.