The edifice

This is my first go at Friday Fictioneers – a 100 word flash fiction challenge based on a photo prompt. So here goes….

photo prompt may15

 

Where had it come from? Grey haired Farmer Joe couldn’t explain. He spoke on local radio, broadcasting his confusion at the arrival of the edifice in his hay field. Crowds gathered by the unbroken fence, speculating, tweeting, poking selfie sticks through the wire.

Explanations ranged from military helicopters to alien transportation.

‘Where the heck had the blasted can come from?’ Joe’s question remained unanswered.

After several weeks, the journalists left, the cameras switched off, the tents folded up.

Then one day, a tornado ripped the giant cylinder up into the air; where it landed, nobody knows.

 

For more blogs, use this link.

 

Advertisements

19 comments

  1. Great to see you you at FF! Love your story – I’d far rather it was a alien object than a boring old silo!
    Keith’s Ramblings

    Like

    1. Thanks Keith, it would be more interesting! Although your silo has dark secrets.

      Like

  2. I’m pretty sure it’s a rocket! I really enjoyed your take on prompt.
    Rosey Pinkerton

    Like

    1. I love your upside rocket idea.
      thanks for stopping by.

      Like

  3. I love a mystery. Great descriptions of the curious onlookers. Welcome to Friday Fictioneers.

    Like

    1. Thank you. These days onlookers can do so much more than just look.

      Like

  4. Great job! Welcome! I’m pretty new here, too. Fun, isn’t it. I love the mystery you create here. You are a natural. 🙂

    Like

    1. Thank you. Might be beginner’s luck. See how I fair next week.

      Liked by 1 person

      1. Nah, you’ve got a knack for this. 🙂

        Like

  5. Welcome! Nice first go. Selfie sticks and tweeting. Spot on,

    Like

    1. Thank you!

      Like

  6. One day, three years later, it came crashing back to earth! Nice story!

    Like

    1. I ran out of words, but that would be an excellent finish.

      Liked by 1 person

  7. Round and round it goes, and where it stops nobody knows.

    The eventual loss of interest is so typically human.

    Randy

    Like

    1. Very true, even with modern technology, interest wanes quickly.

      Like

  8. Welcome, I haven’t been around for long either. I love this, that cylinder sure isn’t in Kansas any more.

    Like

  9. Welcome to FF! What a great story. I loved your imaginative take and I was surprised at the end. Well done!

    Like

  10. Just don’t follow up with it landing in my back yard 😛 Welcome to FF. Great start! Looking forward to reading more of your work.
    Ellespeth

    Like

  11. Dear Quiet Writer,

    Welcome to Friday Fictioneers. Imaginative story, well told. I look forward to reading more from you.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

    Like

Comments are always welcome.

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

susanne matthews

Living the Dream

Stories I Found in the Closet

The musings of writer, mother, musician and whatever else takes my fancy

Planet Pailly

Where Science Meets Fiction

Shawna Atteberry

Writer, Editor, Researcher

WordDreams...

Jacqui Murray's

True North Bricks

A Canadian Blog about LEGO

Tossing It Out

The musings of writer, mother, musician and whatever else takes my fancy

Sorchia's Universe

Specializing in Bewitchment and Single Malt Scotch

Word Shamble

Ambling through life, shuffling words

Yarnspinnerr

Just Fiction and other things that seem fictitious.

Ellenbest24

words and scribble.

An Artist's Path

A space for creative seekers.

D.B. Mauldin

Writing from my Imagination

Random Bits of Trial and Error

Full-Time RV Life - Random, moody, and quirky--but always straight from the heart.

ROAMIN' GNOMIALS

Empowered by guys in short pants to write whatever I want, whenever I want, for no money whatsoever.

The Old Shelter

Dieselpunk Roaring Twenties. Sarah Zama's Author Blog

Simply Marquessa

Life is just a story. And I've got a pen.

%d bloggers like this: