Flash Fiction #107

Bridge of Size

PHOTO PROMPT – © Adam Ickes


It was love at first sight when Rintoo and Sasheen first met at the little church at the bottom of their long, marshy valley, when they were 14.

It was much too far to walk all the way around, but Rintoo had a plan. Whenever he had some free time; post by post, plank by plank, the causeway grew. Finally, it was finished.

On his way back from a visit to Sasheen, he met a local farmer, wandering across.
“But I spent my labor and timber!”

He became rich when he put a tollbooth in the middle – and married Sasheen.


Go to Rochelle’s Addicted to Purple site and use her Wednesday photo as a prompt to write a complete 100 word story.

16 thoughts on “Flash Fiction #107

  1. BrainRants says:

    The joys of capitalism…


  2. Sandra says:

    An entrepreneur!


  3. Ha. A toll at an atoll,


  4. shimoniac says:

    At least they can’t sneak up on you out there.


    • Archon's Den says:

      You only have to man one booth. And….you create a captive audience. They don’t walk up, notice the fee, and walk away. Halfway across, it’s as easy to pay the charge, as it is to walk all the way back, disappointed. Gun-barrel negotiating! 😳

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  5. iainthekid says:

    Nice work. I would like to think he would build it for all to share, but I guess money is money in a capitalist society!


  6. liz young says:

    A realistic story, well written, though I was hoping for an altruistic ending!


    • Archon's Den says:

      I suppose I should have gone that way. After all, this is supposed to be fiction, but I didn’t know what to do with that gazebo out in the middle, and reality protruded intruded. 😆


  7. He was a smart young man. Good writing, Archon. 🙂 — Suzanne


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