Here is my contribution to this week’s Sunday Photo Fiction:
“Damn that stuff stinks to high heaven, gonna take a miracle to get ridda that smell,” he crinkled his nose and twisted the cap tighter. Wiping his hands on his well-worn jeans, he checked the contents of his pocket.
He tossed the battered can into the bed of his pickup and sped down his driveway, laughing as the tires spewed dirt behind him, “Payback time! Jess hope no one sees me, best if they’re not home.”
It was dusk when he approached a barely standing farmhouse surrounded by overgrown pastures and decrepit fencing. He slowed the truck, seeing no signs of life he pulled in. He ignored the groan of the rusty door as he stepped out and retrieved the can of kerosene.
Setting it on the weathered front porch, he pulled the paper from his back pocket and read it one more time before putting it under the can.
“Ain’t got much, but hope this will help you keep the youngun’s warm for a bit.”
He whistled as he drove home, thinking how good it felt to pay back his neighbors for all they had done for him when he lost his wife last year. “Gotta love payback!”
*The original story was posted for my 2014 A to Z Challenge
Thank you.
One good turn deserves another. Nice!
Thanks, Cie. Glad you stopped in for a quick read!
Had a good chuckle! Well done.
Appreciate it, Graham.
Nicely done Donna!
Thanks, Tessa!
Sad, that revenge was the only way to get satisfaction.
“Ain’t got much, but hope this will help you keep the youngun’s warm for a bit.” He was leaving the family some kerosene for their heater…his way to payback their kindness even though he himself had little.
Ah…
Not the ending I was expecting and all the better for! Nice one Donna.
Thanks, Keith. That was what I was going for.
He is a good man, trying to help his neighbour in their bad time. Such people are a rare breed. Nice story.
Yes he is! Thanks Abhijit for visiting.