We keep grandpa’s soul in that red jar.
Most of the family is here, actually, going back at least three gen’rations. Emily says when the sun hits ‘em right, you can see smoky shapes in the jars, sometimes little eyes. I ain’t never seen none o’ that stuff, but I believe her cause most all of the girls have the Sight.
Grandma had it too. We don’t have a jar for ‘er. She run orft the day ‘fore grandpa got hit by that truck.
Emily says I should quit yammerin’, and not ride home in yore car tonight.
Sorry, mister.
100 words. Inspired by this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt:
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strange, good, and kind of hypnotic.
I got the same description after every date! Thanks 🙂
Really well done!
Ya’ll too kind.
Interesting characters.
Wonder what else Emily sees?
A mesmerizing voice in this piece and a great idea of souls caught up in the bottles.
In retrospect, the dialogue’s a laid on too thickly. Though I have honestly talked to folks who sound like him.
Not sure where it came from, but that was the first thing I saw in that image. ::call the shrink::
This sounds crazy and good too lol. Good story
Very engaging and intriguing story here. It leaves one wondering what is afoot.
Hope our driver has the number of his insurance salesman, so he can buy more before he gets in that car.
Reminds me of Kipling, somehow. Nice
Just So delivery, I guess. Not intentional, but I’ll take it.
You’ve really got me thinking. I’m thinking about Grandma running off and what’s gonna happen to this fella in the truck tonight. A lot of thinking for a 100 word story.
Good job.
Hope our stranger in the truck has his life insurance paid up.
Good story. The dialect makes it a little hard to follow, but the seed of a good story is definitely here.
Cheers!
MG
I’ve met people who talk this way(!!), but ya, on subsequent edit I’ll probably lighten it up.
Good to see he’s listening to Emily.
He has a choice, at least. But the poor driver just got some not-good news.
A whole other tale in that.
Great voice. Love the idea of ‘Sight’.
Not so sure. These might be Cassandra’s descendents. “I can see the future, but no one ever believes me.”
Probably best to err on the side of caution and walk home.
Heh, no kidding, Another sudden fan of bipedal locomotion.
Interesting read, rich and engaging.
Well thanks.
His soul shines brightly in that jar! 🙂
Gramps? Well, if you back-light him with enough wattage, I suppose.
Of course you have to back light Gramps!
I loved this! Course I’m a sucker for stories with that kind of talk. Haha! This was crazy good!
Was a good prompt this week, a lot of good yarns inspired by it.
Ow, the bottle is ready for the driver. Great voices, great story.
Now now, you shouldn’t hit the bottle before driving. (Or after!)
What a fabulous voice.
I’ve pinned it down, to a kid named “Bubba” in my 5th grade class. Maybe some “O brother where art thou?” mixed in, too.
Interesting gift: boon or curse?
Good piece.
Cassandra had a tough time with it. But at least her (brother?) believes her prophecies, so there’s a leg up on poor Cass.
I wouldn’t worry about toning it down – FF is supposed to be fun!
I love this piece – it could go in so many directions. I can see the listener edging away and completely freaked out.
“Um, hon, could you come pick me up? I don’t think I can drive…”
Dear Dave,
I love the tone and dialect in this piece.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thanks Rochelle. “We does it for ya’ll.”
Excellent take on the photo, Dave. Interesting story, could see a book or short story come out of this one. More than 100 words, of course… but these were a great 100.
And only a month behind on the comments, too! (just teasing) Thanks very much, a lot of people seemed to enjoy that one.