Heat Wave

Hey boys, how ’bout y’all makin’ yer Ma some wind chimes?”

The wood creaked as Ma rocked back and forth in her rocking chair. She fanned herself with the morning paper, fat giggling from her elbow up to her shoulder.

“But we’s playin’ telephone,” the youngest whined, holding an empty pork n’ beans can to his ear.

“Ain’t no wind for no wind chimes,” the eldest said.

“If them injuns can do the rain dance to make it rain, why can’t we make wind chimes to make it windy?” Ma said. Her sagging breast rested atop her belly, and she pulled the front of her dress to give them air.

“It don’t work that way,” he folded his arms across his chest. “They got spirits, er sumin’ “

“We got the Holy Spirit! Now get on yer knees and pray the good Lawd provide some wind.” She shielded her eyes and looked up at the sun. “Pray for some shade too.”

word count: 150


Mondays Finish the Story: a flash fiction challenge where we provide you with a new photo each week, and the first sentence of a story. Your challenge is to finish the story using 100-150 words, not including the sentence provided.

Click the froggy icon to read other stories and add your own.


24 thoughts on “Heat Wave

Let me know I'm not talking to myself.

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.