Rob was born two days before the bank came and ran his family off the land that had been in his father’s family for generations.
His father, unable to cope with the shame and loss, took his own life before Rod ever had a chance to know him.
He was raised not only in the shadow of a man that he would never know, but by a woman left empty and bitter by that man’s loss.
The moment Rob laid eyes on the farm that had caused so much suffering, it became clear to him. The farm had suffered too.
This week, the photo prompts offered by Crimson’s Creative Challenge and Friday Fictioneers were too closely related to pass on the opportunity to use them together. Adhering to the word count allowed me to offer only the barest of bones, but I think the premise might hold up well under a little fleshing out.
Thru Violet's Lentz 
A clever melding of two prompts. And a hint of an interesting backstory. Myself, I’d have no time for that father. Shame, shame, shame… shame he left his wife to struggle! Oops, that stirred me. 🙂
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I’d say it was the bank that caused the suffering, not the farm. And it may not be the bank’s fault either, since we don’t know why they foreclosed.
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Sad but good
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Dear Violet,
It’s so lovely to see you back in the Friday Fictioneers neighborhood. Seamless melding of two prompts. Your story fits both of them. Well done. Sad, but well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Wonderful story telling Violet!
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Yes, the story worked with both photos. Something very tragic about it. Nicely done.
Susan A Eames at
Travel, Fiction and Photos
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Shades of ‘The Grapes of Wrath’, a powerful story about how cruel capitalism can be.
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A sad but too often told tale Violet.
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Depressing tale, well told.
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I feel for Rod, losing his father and in essence his mother before he was even aware. Tragic story, but very well written.
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Financial institutions rarely consider the effect their actions have. A touching tale indeed.
Here’s mine!
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Entropy affects all, living or dead. Just as all things spring from the same source, so too do they all begin their march back towards it. Maybe now that he sees the state of the farm, he can move on…
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That was kind of my feeling. I am hoping it brings about healing.
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Well written, sad tale. A pity the father couldn’t hold out, things might have turned out for the better
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Thank you so much Michael for stopping by with such kind words.
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You’re welcome
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Sad story, the only real villain here is the bank.
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You are so right. Thanks for reading, Susan.
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A ton of sadness in such a short space – packs a powerful punch!
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Brilliantly done, Violet! I, too, thought about putting both prompts together and then. Well, I fear I didn’t! Just as well coz yours is way too good.
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I just couldn’t help myself. A much larger story wants to be told here. Now all I have to do is write it.. Thanks, Dale.
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Sad but well done!
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Thank you, Sascha.
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oh gosh, the scars that can leave behind, it’s tragic
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Scars worn by far too many. Thanks, J.
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and ignored and unconsidered by many unaffected people
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A sad story that still happens. Farming can be a risky business.
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