“Go,” Johnny coughed. “Water.”
Michelle limped the path to the stream and collected a tall cool jar of water.
She was a good wife. Had always been. Never complained.
Back up the path, careful not to spill a drop, she returned. “Here, fresh from the stream.”
Johnny snatched the jar away and drank greedily, spilling water around the corners of his mouth. He slammed the empty jar down. “More!”
“Be right back.”
Grumbling how dumb she was not to bring more in a trip, he watched her leave.
Michelle disagreed. She didn’t want to poison any more water than necessary.
I knew almost at once what I wanted to write about when I saw this picture. Yesterday was a long day at work however, so I didn’t get to post it. Instead, on a break, I wrote the base of what you see above. Then tonight, I edited it and got it within the word count boundaries. Hopefully you like it!
#FridayFictioneers is a weekly blog link up hosted by Rochelle over at RochelleWisoff.com. You should check out her sight and perhaps try your hand at writing a 100 word story.