OK. It’s time to give Madison Wood’s Friday Fictioneer’s 100 word fiction challenge a shot. The photo prompt this week is
The hermit who inhabited the old stone house down on the valley floor was an ornery son of a gun. All of us kids were scared of him. Mikey said that the gnarled, old man was the boogie-man! According to Mikey, the boogie man had once been a millionaire, but now had a bad conscience about how he had made his money. Jose, our elder statesman at age 11, said that the old man was “psychiatric”. We kids only knew that it was fun to hurl rocks onto his roof, and then to run like the dickens when he charged out the door. He sure was an ornery son of a gun.
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