Not For The First Time: Friday Fictioneers
Anther prompt from Rochelle, 100 words based on the picture below. The foreman cursed and screamed. Jesús understood little, but he took the meaning. The foreman eventually lost all composure, taking Jesús up by the straps of his overalls and fairly lifting him off the ground. His reddening face now inches away, flecks of spittle landing on Jesús’ cheeks…