Salvage Artist

In Fiction on April 11, 2013 at 9:19 pm

A salvage art trike at Fairview Estates

Salvage Artist

The man leaned heavily on his staff but, weary as he seemed, his eyes shone. He shook his head.

“I thank you for the offer,” he said. “But I’ll make my bed out in your field, if it’s all the same.”

He turned, and as he looked up in wonder at the darkening sky, I saw that his back was roped with scars.

“Why aren’t you bitter?” I asked, but he tottered off into the tall grass without a word.

“I guess you might call me a salvage artist,” he called at last from afar.


These 95, surprisingly upbeat words are for this week’s Friday Fictioneers challenge (the photo above, by Sandra Crook). I’m just balancing out the darkness, you know?

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Happy Friday everyone!

  1. That is AWESOME!

  2. Very intriguing. I want to know more. Nicely done!

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