It’s time for Friday Fictioneers, where writers across the globe accept the challenge of writing a 100-word story based on a photo. Thanks to our lovely hostess, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, who also provided this week’s photo prompt.
My story this week is semi-autobiographical. I hope you enjoy it.
Feel free to join in the fun and write your own story. Here’s are instructions.
The rain cascaded out the sky like coins clattering the windshield.
Irene felt the presence of her father next to her, who only cautioned,”Slow down. Careful.” She gripped the steering wheel tighter.
Finally, her dad broke the wipers’ mad rhythm and said, “It doesn’t rain like this in California.”
“I can’t see a thing!” Irene laughed and pulled over.
“Hey, any apples left?” he asked.
Earlier they had picked apples, but her father’s bucket had fallen to the ground, bruising most of them.
Who knew they would eat those raining apples in the pouring rain? They couldn’t have tasted better.
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