Another Friday Fictioneers prompt in my In-box this morning, so here’s my story in response. I’m so glad our leader Rochelle Wisoff-Fields puts in so much time and effort to moderate these weekly challenges. If you’d like to enter an item in this week’s FF story collection, check out her blog for more details. Thanks to J Hardy Carroll for the prompt image. I’ll admit, photos like this give my muse a real workout!
I wanted to punish Adam that morning. Kid brothers don’t need to tag along when you’re with your best friend!
At the old factory Mick and I easily went over the fence. “Wait up, guys,” Adam yelled.
I nudged Mick. “Tough. He needs to learn.”
We poked around some old machinery, then headed back. Saw Adam’s shoe hooked in the chain; him sprawled on the concrete.
The trident of remorse-fear-panic jabbed me as I ran, screaming his name. I tugged at his arm.
“Careful, Jordan,” Mick warned. “”If he’s got broken bones…”
Adam lived, thank God! And I learned.