Friday Fictioneers – Road to Nowhere

ff051114Jake’s family had one of them boneyards – ‘Mini-Mojave‘ they called it. But instead of tired, old planes theirs was full-to-bursting with rusting convertibles, roofless station wagons and so much more.

We’d spend whole summers down there. Whether behind the wheel of a Alaskan snow plough – shorn of its plough – or putting the gas down on a engineless, 100 seater Greyhound, it was our own special place.

It was in the Greyhound they found Jake – his brother said his heart hadn’t been strong enough. He always was a sick looking kid.

I can’t pass one of those yards now without remembering Jake’s smile.

He was my best friend.


These words form my entry into this week’s Friday Fictioneers photo prompt challenge.

17 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers – Road to Nowhere

  1. elmowrites

    the first half of this was perfect and really conjured up the time, place and friendship. For me, the last couple of lines were a tiny bit overplayed. You could cut out the last one completely and I think it would be stronger for that. But that’s just my opinion.

  2. Sandra

    For many of us there was some child who didn’t get to grow up. I remember the total lack of comprehension the event generated for us as kids; for once adults didn’t have the answer and seemed to fall short of the mark for the first time in our young lives. You re-created this for me with this story. The last line…? Well it reminded me of that pop song which ends with someone intoning “that was my mother’s song.” It didn’t add to it, but it didn’t take anything away – it just kind of moved the story sideways a bit. Well done, good to experiment and we don’t usually see ‘sentimental’ from you.


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