draliman on life

Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers. Rochelle is our host and she also provided this week’s photo!

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Copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Myron contemplated the dilapidated factories across the river. They used to be so busy, he mused. Back when there was money. No longer. Times were tough. With the closure of those factories, days of joy and laughter spent with his wife and son had become a hand-to-mouth existence.

Something had to give. Myron had taken action.

At least now there’s one less mouth to feed, he thought. As if on cue he saw a bundle being swept downriver.

“Samuel!” he yelled angrily. “Your mother’s floating off again. Fetch her back and this time use all your gym equipment to weigh her down!”