Thank you to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for all her work and organization. You can visit her site and read through the other Flash Fiction Friday postings at:
For those who are new, Rochelle shares a photo prompt to which several #FridayFictioneers compose a 100-word flash of fiction. Come, have a bite to eat.
Here’s my contribution:
Cometh The Gruff
Reap arrived on a cool breeze, accompanied by a looming harvest moon pregnant with Mother Earth’s bounty. As was tradition, the town-folk opened their coffers to celebrate. The folks dressed in their finest; the children wore masks and paint. Music played and rhymes sung, all the while the feast was being prepared in the town square.
There, a pit was dug, and the well-seasoned iron spit erected.
The lottery jar passed from child to child and numbered stones were drawn, each pull rewarded with a treat.
Then his number was drawn and the air suddenly thickened.
Oh, how he hungered.