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.
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.”