This past Saturday I had the pleasure of sharing lunch and laughter with fellow fictioneers David Stewart and Marie Gail Stratford. It’s always fun to meet the face behind the keyboard.
And now, back to our regularly scheduled program. 😉
The next photo is the PHOTO PROMPT. Study it. What does it say to you? Remember, it’s about what you see, not what you’re looking at. ;)
Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100
Dark clouds loomed overhead as the boy picked a cotton boll and stuffed it into the heavy sack on his shoulder. Rain, mingled with sweat, soaked his thin muslin shirt. He closed his eyes and listened to spirituals on the wind.
Back in the cabin that night, he played his new guitar and sang to his grandmother who shook her head.
“What I gonna do wit you, boy? Fifteen hard-earned dollars for a hunk-a wood and then you uses it for devil music.”
“Dontcha see?” said Riley B. King. “I gotta. The blues is bleedin’ the same blood as me.”
B B King
September 16, 1925 – May 14, 2015