Saturday, January 8, 2011
Saturday Centus/Rotten Fruit
This is Saturday Centus . The prompt must be used word for word somewhere in the story on not more than 100 words.The prompt is highlighted. For complete rules see:http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com.
This week the prompt is a picture Jenny posted instead of a written prompt.
He looked out the window at the unexpected storm. Work had been everything, how he measured himself. Now, “early retirement” they’d said. At 60, there had been no options. Take their package or be downsized anyway. Forty two years of loyalty and they couldn’t retain him, couldn’t ride out these bad markets, cut somewhere else.
Rod looked out at the orange tree as flakes began to gather. The golden orbs wouldn’t make it in this weather, he thought. The skin would wither and flesh would be pithy and useless. “Like me,” he said aloud. “Just a piece of rotten fruit.”