I hope that our fiction challenge hosts do not mind my combining challenges today, but it all seemed to fit so well.
Earlier this week, Rochelle’s photo was one of sliced wood – then the Sunday Photo Fiction had wood chips in a wheelbarrow (pic from Dawn Miller), and then our traveling Pegman stopped off in Norway this week – and all this ended up flowing into a unified road trip story.
Please join me.
Part 1: Picking the Right Piece (fiction word count:100)
We walked through the piles.
Picking out a piece of wood
Like pickin’ out a puppy:
“Oh, look at the cute stripe on that one.”
“That one’s too small.”
“And those lighter tones? Not what I want.”
With a sigh, and shoulder shrug, I retreated back to the patio to sit out the selection process. Having the wood artist create a serving bowl for us is quite the custom take-home souvenir gifted to us from this pricy Lodge. Now if my wife could only decide on the right piece.
“This one?” the guide asked.
“Nah, too much *feather crotch.”
The Sunday Photo Fiction (here) photo prompt was this one:
Stopping Off (fiction word count: 168)
On the way home from the lodge, we stopped at Uncle Wilbur’s ranch.
He served us freshly brewed tea and sandwiches layered with bacon and sliced tomatoes. It was almost as if he and his wife expected us.
As we sat there, chomping and sipping, I noticed the small wheelbarrow down in the field.
“Hey…. is that Grandpa’s old wheelbarrow?”
“Yup, still have it. Thing is a workhorse; not like most of the made to fail items sold today. I thought about hanging it on a hook in the shed- away from the elements. But you know Grandad, he’d want it used.”
“Stuff was made to be used, not shelved,” he’d say.
“Damn right,” Wilbur added, as he poured more tea into the glasses. “And sometimes when I use it out there I think of him and the times he was around.”
Well I am really glad we stopped by on our way home – seeing that old wheelbarrow felt like we visited a little with Grandpa too.
Pegman’s location (here) is Norway this week, my photo prompt:
Final Stop of Norway Road Trip (fiction word count: 158)
After the lodge and three hours with Wilbur, our road trip through Northern Norway was almost over. One more stop to make.
“Take as long as you want,” my wife softly said. “I’ll just sit and read on my Kindle.”
I walked slowly to the house and rang the doorbell. After a third ring, a man opened the door and grumpily asked, “Hva trenger du?”
“Speak English?” I asked. He nodded and I told’em I was the one inquiring about banner fish for sale. His countenance changed as he led me to the racks of drying bonefish. I circled the rows; trying to decide which pieces I wanted for my bundle. The man said, “When you decide which fish you want, the wheelbarrow is on the side- old but sturdy – I’ll go pack up some bacon and tomato sandwiches, on the house.”
My wife walked up, and whispered, “Goshhhhh, just make a selection already. It’s not like you’re picking out a puppy.”
*Feather crotch is a term used to refer to a type of grain pattern on Walnut wood (more here)- and I wanted to somehow add that fun term into my fiction piece.
Thanks for reading and hope you have a great rest of your Sunday.
Author Update – here is Lady Gaga last month – and this is what I thought of when I first heard that term above (all in good fun…)]