These Days

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leary2

Dad told me when he was my age the frogs was so thick that you could fill up three buckets in an hour.

These days you’re lucky to gig two frogs a week.

Dad says it’s the pesticides, but I wonder if they just didn’t get greedy back in the old days.

Every story I hear about them times is how they all had plenty of everything and nobody ever starved.

They tell those stories so often it’s like they’re trying to convince themselves it really happened.

True or not, hearing those tales don’t make me less hungry.

 

Friday Fictioneers

  1. Bloggeuse

    Strange story but I really liked it – it definitely feels hungry, and it feels like there’s a shadow of another story just underneath the surface.

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  2. jademwong

    Like many fellow bloggers commented previously, you did a great job with the narrator’s voice. I can picture the scene really well along with the narrator (who I picture as a little boy) hunched over the lake, peering through for some hint that a frog is hiding just below the water lily. Well done!

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