It’s time for Friday Fictioneers, when writers from around the world post 100-word stories based on a photo prompt provided on Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ blog. This week’s photo is by Janet Webb.
You can read other Friday Fictioneers’ work by clicking the link that appears below my story.
by Jan Brown
Randy closed the 55-gallon drum with a final “clang.” He climbed down from the hayloft, stepping gingerly on his injured leg. He missed the last rung as his bloodied hands lost their grip.
How would he explain his injuries? He had promised his daughter, Rose: no more fighting. But when he encountered that scoundrel at anger management class, the promise was quickly broken.
Randy avoided his daughter and recovered in hermit-like solitude, self-medicating with his ample supply of whiskey.
Years later, Rose inherited the farm and demolished the dilapidated barn. The old, rusted drum upended and spilled her ex-boyfriend’s remains.