I wrote this for this week’s Friday Fictioneers led by Rochelle A 100 word (or so) story based on the photo prompt below. Come join us!
People will tell you there’s always been something not quite right about Buck. Sometimes I worry, but I love Buck.
One Saturday, his Dad wanted him to remove some junk from just about where their property trails into the swamp. I went along.
“Look at that, ” Buck stood by a tree stump. In the center, someone had stuck a broken mannequin and a rusty pipe
“Sissy? Do you see the outline of a woman’s face at the end of that pipe? Looking to heaven?”
Quite honestly, I hadn’t seen that.
“Like a statue of the Madonna.” He sounded serious.
Photo Prompt: Copyright Madison Woods