Janey’s Future

Time for another Friday Fictioneers tale and as usual, I can’t resist putting in my hundred words worth. In spite of the fact that Sandra Crook has donated the photo of a friendly looking old tree, there’s been murder and mayhem, death and accident in a number of tales this week. (Oh, and one hugging tree. Trust Eric to squeeze his alien in somehow. 😉 )

This Charge of the Write Brigade is being commanded as usual by Major Wisoff-Fields, DFFA, ATP. If you’d like to contribute your own tale hop over to her blog and click the Blue Frog, which will morph into a trusty charger on which you can ride into the fray.

PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook


“Wish he’d listened. Ditched that rotten ladder!”

Janey stared at the tree. “Chan never was one for taking advice.”

I looked around. “Can you run this place alone?” With two tykes and another due soon? Dumb, but what do you say?

She shook her head, overwhelmed. “I should sell.”

I reached for her arm. “I got an idea… You been a good wife to Chan, Janey…and a good mom. He was so lucky. I know I’m some younger than you, but…do you think…”

She considered me awhile; my heart pounded something awful.

Her eyes sparkled. “Yeah. I think.”


Historical fact:
It wasn’t a park but a prairie homestead, and the suddenly widowed Mary was riding home from her husband’s funeral with her single brother-in-law, who also lived on the farm. Seeing her desperate situation, he proposed marriage. She saw the wisdom in this; in those days he couldn’t stay helping her on the farm without raising a LOT of gossip. So they turned the team around, headed back to town, and found the preacher. Tough times call for some quick decisions.

Personal note:
I’m putting the finishing touches on a pdf of my book, Silver Morning Song, and would like to give some away in exchange for some honest feedback. (And hopefully generate a few reviews on Amazon or Kobo.) If you’re interested and have the time, please let me know. I can send pdf, mobi, or epub.

Silver Morning Song is a collection of poems and short stories that consider the delightful world around us and the trials of home and family as well as Christian life. In a voice sometimes humorous, sometimes serious, in short stories and parables, the writer tells of folks facing issues, decisions and temptations. These are interspersed with accessible poetic descriptions of the natural world and the changing seasons.

41 thoughts on “Janey’s Future

    1. Yes it was — it least in the historical instance. The crop was in, she had to get it harvested, etc. I forgot to mention that the couple lived happily ever after, according to him. He was an old-timer telling the tale when I heard it.
      In my story we don’t know how long after Chan’s funeral they were standing by the tree, but people wouldn’t be as desperate nowadays. Thanks for reading and commenting.

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  1. Sometimes you just have to have the vision for what needs to be done. Great story!

    I’m reading “Silver Morning Song,” and I love it. Taking some time, Christine, lots going on right now, but I’m really enjoying it.

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    1. I’d like to believe that she had a sense of, “This is the right thing to do” rather than just a desperation. 🙂
      Thanks for your comment. Glad you’re enjoying the book. It is most suited to reading in bits and snatches. I don’t feel pressured about it — mot big on promotion, I guess. But I have someone else who’s offered, too, so here’s hoping.

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    1. Yes, it is. Doesn’t happen much but sometimes. 🙂

      IN the historical incident I mentioned, the younger brother was farming together with his older brother, so he’d be out of a job, sort of, if she sold the place. Plus his brother was a rather surly type and hadn’t treated his wife very well. (I tried to slip a bit of that into my tale.) So there were several reasons why their swift marriage worked.

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    1. Thanks for your comment. I believe they did. He was probably on the way — definitely very sympathetic — when he proposed.
      I’ve always loved the Bible story of Ruth and Boaz. A compassionate heart may well make for a better marriage than loving feelings.
      Conversely, I really hate romance stories where two headstrong people fight like cats and dogs and finally decide they love each other. I always see the Divorce Court sign not far in the future.


    1. Thank you. It’s tough now on a one parent family unless the parent is a highly paid professional. Back in “the old days” it was nearly impossible for a woman to bring up a family alone. Married women rarely worked outside the home/farm, nor were they trained in any profession, and wages were very meager. Doing baking or sewing, taking in wash, taking day jobs as housekeepers, kept body and soul together, as they say. Children were farmed out to relatives. I believe many a woman married just to keep her family together and fed.

      My grandma was widowed in 1924 with six children of varying ages and she had to go out housekeeping for bachelors and widowers, moving in wherever she could find work, taking the several youngest children with her. The teen boys had to take jobs as hired help and stay wherever they could. Life was a tough pull.


  2. It might seem like an unromantic decision, but she definitely did the right thing. If he was a decent enough man and wanted to help her, he was her best option. And who knows, maybe love – or at least affection – would grow between them. Nicely done Christine

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    1. I think there probably was a fair bit of affection already — at least on his part — as he admits his brother was a lucky man.
      Thank you for your comment. Sometimes it seems I should give up calling my stuff fiction, because so often I’m just redoing something that really happened. An editor told me one time, “Fictionalized non-fiction is a no-no!” and I do it all the time. 🙂

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      1. But surely, if the original event was so long ago and none of the protagonists are alive it’s fine isn’t it? We’re all magpies, stealing shiny nuggets of story from what we read, what we see in real life, what we’ve experienced ourselves. It’s where the bulk of our inspiration comes from, surely?

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      2. You’re right, of course. I’ve just taken the idea and paired it with the tree scene. I haven’t retold an actual incident. I think she was referring to when something happened to you and you write it with all the real details but as if it happened to a third person.

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