Welcome to Friday Fictioneers, where writers attempt to write a 100-word story based on a photo prompt. Many thanks to the talented author and artist Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting our group each week. Also a big thank you to Connie Gayer, aka Mrs. Russell, for contributing the photo this week.
I had some difficulty coming up with a story for this prompt. I remembered a story I heard on NPR about people who dig up dinosaur bones for profit. It made its way into my story this week. It just goes to show you that you never know what will end up in a story.
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Genre: Mystery/Suspense (100 words)
“Who’s tearing up our land like a bunch of feral hogs?” He had dark slits for eyes that cut like knives.
“I let him in, Pop. We won’t have to sell,” Jessup said, gripping the newspaper. “They dino hunters. We get ten percent of any bones they sell. We’ll be millionaires.”
His father pinned him to the floor in a choke hold. “No one digs up our land.”
But they unearthed dinosaur bones. And human ones, too. Jessup finally understood why the only dead relative on the mantel was Aunt Nora.
Hidden in plain sight, but not for long.
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