Indie Ink Writing Challenge - Dime

This is my piece for this week's Indie Ink writing challenge. The way it works is that you sign up for the challenge weekly, and you'll be paired with another participant who will create a writing prompt for you, and you have a few days to write and submit your piece. (Click HERE if you'd like to participate next week.


This week, I challenged Jason Hughes with the prompt, "Why were you down at the river last night?"

I was challenged by Carrie of Views From Nature. Her prompt was:

Dig through your pockets, your purse, the ashtray in your car, wherever, and pull out a random piece of currency. Use the characteristics and details of that currency in a story: the shape, size, color, year it was made, images on it, etc. BUT don't make it a story about a coin/bill. Just use the characteristics randomly throughout your tale.


Here's my response.

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photo by kevin dooley



I was the smallest of seven.

I was born with both of my eyes.

So pale, my mom used to say that I almost gleamed silver in the moonlight.

In 1979, a wild dog got into the pig pen.

I couldn’t let little Cassie get eaten. She was the runt and I loved her.
I saved her, but paid with part of my face.

My oldest brother stops the others from calling me Cyclops, but sometimes I catch him staring at me darkly.

A silver-white web of flesh where I used to be complete.

Things were hard on the mountain in the winter. We had no choice but to eat her, even after I kept her from the dog.

It stung my skin to cry, so I didn’t, mostly.

“Franklin,” my mother told me, “The Lord will pay you for your goodness. You only have but to hang on until you die.”



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