One Village’s Trash

Posted: April 17, 2017 by J.A. Prentice in Flash Fiction
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The rusty cart trundled the long roads between scattered villages, weaving its way through the towering, white-capped mountains and valleys filled with the wavering tips of evergreen trees. Its driver was a weather-beaten man, his skin furrowed by deep scars, his brow heavy as iron. For years he had transported the contents of his cart: mighty timbers, narrow beams, splintered planks.

In the wooded mountains, they were garbage, thrown aside without regard. He could not sell there, but he could buy – buy for a couple tin pennies, fingernail-thin.

“Why buy such trash?” the villagers would ask. “A woodsman could get better in a day. You’ll never sell it.”

He did not listen to them. He drove his cart on, over the rising mountains, until white snow and grey stone gave way to a sea of barren beige, where the wind scattered sand over empty skies.

There, his wood sold.

Word Count: 149

This is for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Thanks to Priceless Joy for running the challenge and Yinglan for providing the prompt photo!

  1. A lovely story showing that everybody wants something other people don’t!

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  2. A perceptive thought conveyed through this well written story: everyone is a buyer and everyone is a seller.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Well-written story with the right details. I liked the “brow heavy as iron.”

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  4. A great message in this story.

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  5. michael1148humphris says:

    The pennies as thin as nails, says so much. Lovely

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  6. A man who knows his market. Nicely done.

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  7. yarnspinnerr says:

    Good business sense. Lovely pragmatic take.

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