Friday Fictioneers: His Town

Photo Prompt by C.E. Ayr


His Town

He built the small town with his bare hands. It was where he felt most alive. He prided himself on knowing all the locals and conversed for hours with the shopkeepers and bartenders. He was keenly aware of everyone’s comings and goings. And he enjoyed all the gossip; there was so much drama! In this town he was king. He vowed to live there forever.

Until the night nurse arrived and reminded him to take his pills.  As he drifted off to sleep, the retirement home fell silent as did his miniature town on the craft table in his room.

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This is my third attempt at flash fiction for the Friday Fictioneers. A big shout out to Rochelle @Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple for hosting Friday Fictioneers. The weekly challenge is to write a story based on the photo prompt, provided today by CEAyr. My challenge was to write a complete story in 100 words or less. This entry was exactly 100 words!

Poetry ~ I am not afraid

His mind is a dark nostalgic nest
of thoughts and images that will not rest
a shattered narrative he can’t express

Frantically he searches his muddled mind
but his memory reaper’s working overtime
plucking thoughts from his memory vine

But what of the scrapbook in his head
he sees it there but it can’t be read
the memory’s worn like a tattered thread

His mind grows quiet with each passing day
as one by one, his memories fade
softly he whispers, “I am not afraid.”