Since the highway was nearby, wildlife would be limited.
Ted and Stella reminisced as they unpacked.
In 1962, our 54 foot dream when up in flames.
In 1978, the 36 foot floated down river.
In 1982, our 28′ “get by” went back to the bank.
Then the 16′ camper lost the roof in a tornado.
This 8 by 5 will be alright to keep us safe throughout the night.
……..I’m listening to the wolves howl.
……..I think I hear a bear growl.
……..Did you hear the cougar scream?
……..Oh, my dear, we’re quite a team!
……..Pull up the covers and turn out the light.
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PHOTO PROMPT © Bill Reynolds
Friday Fictioneers, a 100 word challenge by Rochelle based on picture prompt. https://rochellewisoff.com/ Thank you, Rochelle, for hosting this event. Visit Rochelle’s link to find other submissions to this event. Thanks, Bill, for the picture use.
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Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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Wow, you went a totally different direction than I would have, based on that picture! 🤣 Good poem though!
Unpredictable? Probably so. 😀
That’s ok 👍 I liked it!
Really good, Oneta! Enjoyed it 🙂
Thanks, Linda. I appreciate your time and comment.
when it rains, it pours. i wonder what’s next?
They can’t take much more loss and still have a roof over their heads. But they would be together in a tent rather than be separated. They have spunk. 😀
Make do and mend
“We ain’t had no government hand-outs yet!” Not through flame, flood, or bankruptcy! Ted and Stella are my kind of people. 😀
I enjoyed the rhythm of this tale. It looks like bad luck follows them around.
Seems like it. Their home kept getting smaller, but their positive characteristics remain stable. I was really sort of getting at the idea that what “normal success” looks like to most people is not the characteristics that make one happy.
They’ve had it rough, but they have each other. Good one, Oneta!
The key to happiness is not material wealth. Glad you picked up on that. Thanks.
“The closer we are to danger, the safer we are from harm”… (Pippin, to Treebeard). Sometimes smaller is a good thing … 😉
Their relationship was more important than material wealth. Thanks for the comment.
Yes! That, too!
They might have lost almost everything but they still enjoy each other’s company.
Never rains but it pours, but they still have each other.. Cute story.
Oh yes. Camper downsizing. Well done.
I like their not quitting spirit.