A 97-word story to a picture prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields and the Friday Fictioneers:
The young girl held her father’s hand.
“What’s that thing, Daddy?”
“Well, there used to be something here called an amusement park.”
“Amusement?” She wrinkled her nose. “What’s so amusing about a busted-up railroad?”
“It’s not a railroad. They called it a roller-coaster. Cars went up and down real fast and people rode in them.”
He shrugged. “People paid to get scared back then.”
“That’s stupid. We’re scared all the time, and we don’t pay anything. It’s no fun.”
He squeezed her hand, thinking of the zombies.
“People’s lives didn’t have much meaning back then, honey.”
My first zombie story! Join in the fun — write your own story (100 words or less) and post it online. Don’t forget to give full credit to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields and the photographer. Then follow the sad little frog to share your post by next Wednesday.