Friday Fictioneers is here again. 100 words – full story – based on photo prompt. Run by Rochelle.
When was growing up, I was fortunate enough to know 5 of my great grandparents, the last one passing when I was about 16. Mom’s grandparents (4) were from Kentucky and we would visit them a few times a year. One of them lived very high up in the mountains, used 2 horses or mules to pull his plow to plant and harvest his small tobacco field. He would also milk his cow every day. The story below is not fully true, but did come from some memories and fears combined when I was young. Enjoy!
Photo provided by PHOTO PROMPT © What’s His Name
Well, Crap
Little Timmy walked the poorly-lit path toward the outhouse of his great grandparents. The weeds were taller than Timmy and he could no longer see the house when he glanced back. He heard the large bumble bees on the weeds. The 25 yard trek seemed to take forever.
Finally arriving, Timmy settled in and prepared to sit over the pitch-colored hole. A noise got his attention and he looked in the dark corner at a five-foot rattlesnake on the floor of the small building. Tommy made it back to the house before realizing his pants were still in the outhouse.
Word Count: 100
Thanks for reading and commenting.
Namaste,
Scott
Comments
Poor Timmy!! I would have left my pants in the outhouse too!! 😉
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Yep, so would I.
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My worst nightmare when I had to use the outhouse in Colorado when we visited my grandparents.
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Mine, but Kentucky
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Oh! That last line. What a hoot. Probably not for Timmy.
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Def Not…
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Yikes! What a terrifying ordeal. Great, descriptive writing.
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aww, the Rattler just wanted to keep him company. How nice of timothy to share his pants with the rattler though. 😀 I wonder… the Shot of horror was lovely, Thank you Darling Scott for sharing!
♥Sin
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Love sharing those little “shots”.
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I’d have ran butt naked faster than any rattler. Good write.
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Agree totally to that one.
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😉😁😂
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I’ve encountered wasps in the outhouse, but never a snake. I assumed the smell was too repulsive for reptiles. However, I am deathly afraid of snakes. Good thing Timmy’s pants weren’t around his ankles–he would have never made it back.
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Perhaps, he used the “fly”.
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That’s when I would get a slop jar for nights.
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Now, there’s a though…
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Ghastly thought, meeting a rattlesnake in the toilet. I’d be constipated for life!
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I, um, wouldn’t be…
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I guess he had no problem with his movement, hmm?
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probably not….probably didn’t from there to home.
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And there those pants will stay….
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next person can look down the hole and worry…
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One of my memories as a young child was having to go back to that outhouse at the edge of the clearing all alone, on a very dark night, and being scared half to death.
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I know that memory well, except the night part, that would be very active imagination…
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Ha! Poor Timmy had quite a scare. Nice tale 🙂
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🙂
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Loved that the prompt took you down memory lane to a pleasant place. Nice take on the prompt.
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Greats were a great place, the outhouse…not so much…
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I can imagine Timmy’s panic. Glad he could run and save his soul, at least.
A great read.
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So glad you liked it.
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Ha ha ha. Wevwent for a 10 day jungle camp from school looooong ago, and I still remember jumping at the slightest sound, which is not very easy when you are ‘doing the deed’ in the open 🙂
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I imagine not…in fact, I remember not…
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Tommy is a fast thinker! This is such a cute story! All I ever had to deal with when visiting “outdoor plumbing relatives” was an occasional wasp or spiders. I love this tale! Good job!
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That’s all I really had to deal with, but still…
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This had a nice, comic touch!
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Haha! He did it right. Forget the pants, just get out’a there! Fun story. I enjoyed it.
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Dear Scott,
Poor Timmy. I’d have been right behind him but I’ll admit I laughed at the last line. Well done,
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thank goodness for modern facilities!
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Oh, yes!
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Forget the pants Timmy, you did the right thing getting out of there! The stuff of nightmares.
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I had those thoughts often there.
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Whoa! And who could blame him for forgetting his pants? Great story.
Susan A Eames at
Travel, Fiction and Photos
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Thanks, I used to worry about snakes there all the time.
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Pants best left there forever! Good one😊
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I would have pee’d IN my pants!!
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Perhaps, he did…
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Five foot long rattlesnake? It could have my pants. Yikes.
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That part was made up, however, I saw many snakes while visiting – not my place to live.
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Agreed.
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