A Pain in the Ash
Hi-dee-ho, Friday Fictioneers and regular readers of my quirky blog!
It’s time for me to get back to pithy business and write a 100-word (or less…yeah, right) story in response to a photo prompt.
I know. I have other things I should be doing, but I can’t remember what they are.
And how long could it take to write a curt, clever, coherent conveyance that comprises a complete chronicle?
Judging by how long it took me to write that last sentence, I could be here a while…
This week’s photo prompt comes to us from Dee Lovering. Nice work, Dee!
My piece is realistic fiction and is 100 words long (or short, depending on your POV).
A Pain in the Ash
“It’s actually quite pretty,” Wife brushed the opalescent silky, debris from her arm. It stuck to every hair, giving her arm the spiky appearance of a battle-ready porcupine.
“This isn’t a good sign.” Husband stared mournfully at his greying, dusty hotdog. “This stuff’s only been falling for five minutes and look around.”
Wife looked around, smiling.
Food Vendor frowned as he quickly closed up shop. “Time ta skedaddle. Last time she blew, more ’n a foota ash fell.”
“Let’s be sure to visit Mount Saint Helens,” Wife said as she grabbed her hungry husband’s hapless hotdog and tossed it.
Forgive me. I recently visited the great Mount Saint Helens and it was only 35 years ago that the volcano blew it’s top. The devastation to the landscape is still evident today. The force of the initial blast was enormous, but the ash cloud (or tephra plume) lasted for about eight hours and the plume top was about 10 miles high. Ash fallout caused major problems in communities up to nearly 400 miles from the mountain. Click here for more info and two amazing pictures.
See? I paid attention to the friendly and knowledgeable guides!
See you next time, pithy writers!