‘People are gonna want what we have. It’s inevitable. Look at this here water, no one else will have a supply of clean water like this.’
The water looks dirty to me, but Grandpa keeps digging, huffing and puffing.
‘But Johnny Peters whispered the word “prepper” to Maggie Griggs and I didn’t like that. I didn’t like that at all.’
‘Little Johnny Peters is a snot-rag, and that good-for-nothing father of his will be the first one banging down our door. They’ll be laughin’ on the other side of their faces when the shit hits the fan. Mark my words.’
This piece was written for the Friday Fictioneers hosted by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-Fields – Addicted to Purple.
Each week a photo prompt is given and the challenge is write a flash fiction piece of no more than one hundred words.
Find other Friday Fictioneer stories here.