The Tent

 

Though officials took us in, their welcome was forced.

The meadow was dotted with makeshift dwellings which looked like heaven compared to what we’d endured to get here. Pa ruffled my hair, whispering that it was over. We were safe.

He was half right.

A woman with long, grey braids approached Pa, pointed to the edge of the meadow, patted his shoulder, and walked away. “What is it, Pa?” I followed his stare to a yellow tent.

“There’s not enough food here,” he pulled me close. “We’re in the lottery.”

”Are we staying in the yellow tent?”

“Let’s hope not.”

 

 

Flash Fiction Challenge over at Carrot Ranch

August 2, 2018 prompt: Yellow tent In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that includes a yellow tent.

 

 

24 thoughts on “The Tent

    • Agreed on all counts. So glad this worked for you. 🙂 Jackson’s story is one of my favorites. I *do* feel like this is possible. And, yes, the word limit kept me from disclosing the significance of the tent but, honestly, I prefer it that way. People can speculate what would happen should the characters “win” a stay in the yellow tent.

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  1. Oh, Sarah, you’re at it again. Such a clever heart-wrenching story. For many in such a situation there is no winning move. I hope they don’t get to stay in the yellow tent either, but only if there’s a better option.

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