Take one. They’re free.



Travel for Less

Well, What Do You Know?

Ken sneaked up while Marge flipped through the print out of accounts receivables. Sometimes her job at the Bitterroot Mercantile felt like charity work. If they weren’t distant relations, there’s no way she’d go through all this for Ken.

“Hey, where was that one taken?” He pointed at her monitor where her personal photo screensaver rolled. “Must be a Hollywood set. I mean, really – ice on the trees but the grass is so green? How stupid do they think we are?”

“That was taken out front yesterday, Ken.” She said nothing about stupidity.

The Challenge: Write a story in 100 words or less
The Challenger (Hub): Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The Photo Credit: Dale Rogerson

Breadcrumbs: If you leave a link in my comments to the post where you rose to the challenge, then I will be sure to comment. If it’s hard to find you, I’ll assume you don’t want a visit


15 comments to Well, What Do You Know?

Leave a Reply