Steven had a truck: a big pick-up, a little beaten with paint flecking off, but he wouldn’t drive anything else.
Until that night he watched the weather report. His state of mind was slightly altered, in the way fish were a little wet. When it was done, he stared at the television, blank screen reflected in the blank of his eyes, and let his thoughts settle.
He sold his truck, took his savings out of the bank, and bought a boat.
They laughed at him, but they laughed at Noah too.
Word Count: 91
This is for Friday Fictioneers. Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for running the challenge and C.E.Ayr for providing the photo prompt! Click Here to read other stories!
He may well have the last laugh. Or he may not.
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I think everyone else had better hope he doesn’t. Thanks for commenting!
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Is it big enough for two of everything?
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I suspect not. As arks go, it’s not ideal. Thanks for commenting!
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Steven, may feel he is prepared for the coming floods, but until then how does he get around on land. Is he ready for a life at sea? Fun idea.
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Thank you!
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Yeah, like that… totally. Great write for this week.
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Compulsions come from many places. Time will tell….
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It always does. Thanks for commenting!
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It’s possible he got a jump on things and will have the last laugh. Nicely written story!
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Thank you!
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When the rain starts they’ll be coming aboard two by two!
Here’s mine!
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Not sure there’ll be space for them all. Thanks for commenting!
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Might not be a bad idea all considered. Fun story. I like the use of language to set the mood.
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There will always be those of little faith… 😉
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And those with perhaps a little too much. 😉 Thanks for commenting!
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🙂
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