Photo credit: Mike Hauser
When the old man finished the story, Den chuckled. Ashaen rolled her eyes. Why had her husband offered a ride to this stranger, who slowed the cart, and never stopped talking? Den’s kindness could be costly.
The cart lurched, making a terrible cracking sound.
As Den righted the baskets, Ashaen examined the broken wheel, wishing she were as handy as Den believed. They’d never reach town by nightfall.
The old man limped over. “Let me.” One spell later, the cart was good as new.
Ashaen swallowed her guilt. “We’re lucky you’re here, grandfather. Tell another story, to ease the journey.”
Word count: 100. Written for this week’s Friday Fictioneers flash fiction challenge. Thanks to our tireless hostess, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, who also provided this week’s photo prompt:
Photo © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
This is my first flash piece in what feels like forever, but is really only since before last month’s Camp NaNo / Workapalooza craziness. Still, that’s more than five weeks. It feels good to be back!