Friday Fictioneers – Surprise!

1 03 2013

Hello again from grey, cold West Dorset. I’m not a winter person, I’m really looking forward to the return of the sun and a bit of warmth! You’ll be pleased to hear that I’ve finished painting the local library, and so hopefully will get a bit more time to read all your wonderful stories this week.

So, without further ado, here is my latest contribution to Friday Fictioneers – 100 words of fiction related to a photo prompt. Have a go!

Copyright Beth Carter



After risking my life night after night in a freezing B-17 over Nazi Germany, I thought I deserved a decent homecoming. All I got was a surprise Dear John letter taped to the door.

She’d taken everything: my furniture, my car, my memories. All she left was a pile of rusty junk out back.

I suppose I’m lucky to be alive; but I’ve got no job. I still have my old house; but no girl.

So here I sit, with my pile of rusty junk. Piecing it together bit by bit. Building myself a patchwork car for my patchwork life.