Saturday, October 2, 2010

Jenny's Saturday Centus

My 100 word story using this picture for a prompt. This post is linked to Saturday Centus. Please click here to read other stories inspired by this picture.



“Listen,” I said with gritted teeth. “Just give us one more month! I heard about a job…”

“I’m sorry but there are no more extensions,” interrupted the smug banker in the polyester suit.

I lowered my head and softened my voice to a plea. “Listen, I’m begging you, just let our daughter harvest her 4H pumpkin crop before you evict us. Please. She’s worked so hard on this.”

“No. More. Extensions. You will vacate the premises by Friday morning or we will have you removed from the property.”

I slammed the door, hard, on the way out of his office.

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33 comments:

Cheryl said...

Weepy one, Jenny.

Deborah said...

Mean horrid banker! ... very well written Jenny :o)

Viki said...

What a heartless son of a gun. Unfortunately, I think this is probably true to life. Good job.

Fresh Local and Best said...

This is a quite an emotive story, and unfortunately resonates with what is happening more frequently these days.

Well done!

Sue said...

Boy, that one was great. Pulled at the heartstrings, made, me mad, and was timely as an be!

Great job, Jenny.

=)

Sue said...

Boy, that one was great. Pulled at the heartstrings, made, me mad, and was timely as an be!

Great job, Jenny.

=)

Bookie said...

Good job, Jenny!!

Busy Bee Suz said...

Great job Jenny!!!

My name is PJ. said...

Nothing like a little light-hearted, easy reading, Matlock!

You did everything but kick the freaking dog and have Grandma die...

Jackie said...

I am going to imagine this pumpkin field will save the day .

Anna said...

Wonderful text, Jenny!
And more true than many realise. This is not just fiction!
Well done!
I love this text.
Best wishes,
Anna
P.S.
Thank you for correcting my link. It seems to work fine now!
Hugs!

Anna's SC Special Challenge Week 22

Terra said...

Oh jenny, I think I have to cry. I would harvest those pumpkins anyway, with headlamps in the dead of the night. I would get them that is for sure.

Susannah said...

A sad tale. :-(

I loved . . .'interrupted the smug banker in the polyester suit' - nice writing Jenny!

Juliana Matthews said...

Hey Jenny, found your blog through a link on Judie's and am so glad I clicked through.

Great short story, very poignant.

Smiles and blessings.

Anita said...

Great beginning! I wonder what happened to the family. I wonder what the daughter looks like. Are they still in your head, or have they dissipated into your brain cells? :)

5thsister said...

Oh dear Jenny...a timely tale of what's happening to so many! I bet the family is quite resourceful and there'll be a harvest yet! At least I am hoping for a happy ending.

jeff campbell said...

You and your dark side again...;-) Well written...interesting take on the photo prompt. If you need something to cheer you up, head over to my place...Peace and blessings my friend...

skinner675 said...

Crumbs! And I thought they were all going to be happy posts! Great Jenny!

RawknRobynsGoneBlogWild said...

Where does he live, Jenny? He better watch his back!
Great, powerful piece.
xoRobyn

Ames said...

Something you would definitely hear in times like these.

You've got me mad at that banker! I was in 4-H. I'd like to deposit one of those pumpkins in his bank! :O ~Ames

Mumsy said...

This is sad. Mean banker!! Great write. Hugs

razzamadazzle said...

That is so sad. I hope they come back in the cover of the night to steal them back!

Teresa

Debbie said...

Never trust a banker is what I say...hahaha that was cute!

Pat Tillett said...

Bastard!
very well written...

Tgoette said...

This was a great piece, Jenny! You stirred up so many emotions in so few words! Sadly your story resonates so true with heartless bankers being the norm these days! Excellent story!

Chocolate Covered Daydreams said...

You can always rewrite it with a change of heart??? I'm just a sucker for a happy ending!! :)

Judie said...

Several years ago, Rod and I, and our cousins from Banff, went southwest into BC for a vacation. It was not an ideal trip for me, because I am very picky about where I stay at night, and our cousin picked some places that were very marginal for me and his wife. We did end up in a place where the salmon were running, and that was interesting until we saw the dead fish. Shortly after that experience, we ended up at Prince Rupert, late one night. The next day, we woke up to see the planes hit the twin towers. I have to say that I really don't give a rusty fuck about those salmon dying. All I wanted was to get home to my family. I am sure you understand.

Tina said...

what a horrible little man. I say little cause its usaually little men who are mean to make up for their height hahaha!

Tina from
Mummy Diaries

Bonnie said...

I'm going to pretend she came back to harvest them anyway! So sad and maddening in just a few sentences.

cj Schlottman said...

Dang, Jenny,

That was a gut-punch. Your way with words made the very air in that office palpable and the shine on that cheap suit all the oilier.

Thanks for putting this well-timed reminder into such good words..........cj

Kat said...

Nice and powerful Jenny. You set the scene so well, I can see that supercilious SOB as if he's sitting across from me. I'm envisioning his office FILLED to the ceiling with pumpkins :) Kat

RockiBottom said...

Wow!

Incredibly moving and so right on for the state of affairs in this country right now.

Jessica B said...

Love it. I could *feel* this...