Steven drummed his fingertips on the steering wheel. By his reckoning he’d now been sat behind this tractor for 15 minutes.
He honked his horn. He honked it hard.
Still nothing.
He turned off the engine but, keeping the battery active, he switched on the radio. Barry White was half way through one of his deep, sexy, love songs.
Steven smiled for the first time in 16 minutes. He loved a good juxtaposition.
Giles (the farmer) stared up at the blue sky. It had been a hard day, and the cushion of hay under his back was feeling damn good.
Submitted for Friday Fictioneers photo prompt. See if you can write a piece of flash fiction in 100 words.
me.you.coffee 
Nice! He is one patient man, sitting there for 15 minutes. I like Giles’ attitude to things though. (by the way, is it supposed to be “he’d now been sitting behind…”?)
Ah, grammar, my confusing friend…
hmm, you’re probably right. I tend to write the way I talk. I don’t talk all that good apparently. 😉
Thanks for reading.
It’s up to you. I didn’t know if it was a colloquialism or a typo. If it was what you were intending, then I’m not complaining. 🙂
Dear Mr. B.
A pleasant ending to what could’ve ended with a nasty case of road rage. Nice.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thanks, Rochelle.
When a farmer needs a break, he needs a break. I hope Steven’s got tons of patience.
😀
If Barry White had been on the radio, I would have reached for my gun.
I’d have reached for your gun too.
I thought this was going to end with a confrontation. Instead both characters just needed a little break from their day. Nice.
Tricked you! ner ner ner ner ner ; )
I enjoyed the comments as much as your story. As David said, it could be “had been sitting” or you could say “he’d sat” and use a few words elsewhere. Either would work.
janet
Tis fair comment.
Well-done and humorous. In a town with narrow roads that would be a bit problem.
Thanks for reading 🙂
Sorry about the typo. I meant “big” problem.
Nice story – the joys of rural living!
Thanks!
i thought this was moving towards a dark direction, so the ending was definitely a pleasant surprise 🙂
There’s an awful lot of doom and gloom around here of late, I thought it was nice to have a happy ending for once 😉
I hate tractors 😉
But they’re so good at…er… trac-ing.
Very entertaining and amusing as usual Mr. B 🙂
Oh you, you’ll make me shy! Thank you for reading and commenting. Means a lot.
Very welcome 🙂
Steven must have some crazy patience. I would be freaking out!
And me!
I might have been reaching for Bjorn’s gun too…but not because of what was on the radio
I wonder if Bjorn has a licence for that thing?
I loved the attitude here. “Steven smiled for the first time in 16 minutes. He loved a good juxtaposition.” < That is just wonderful!
\o/ Thanks! 🙂
Well done! I saw the sedan in the photo and thought about using that too.
Cheers for reading 🙂
I love the ending though after fifteen minutes I would be looking for the quickest escape route.
You and me both! 🙂
That’s funny stuff.Farmer Giles knows how to live! (How to you get to be the first on the list here?)
Thanks, Patrick.
As for being first… The pic goes up just as I’m sipping coffee on a Wednesday morning. I tend not to think too much about what I’m writing and just let it flow, double check I’ve hit my 100 words and then hit post.
…thinking about it, I should probably take a little more care.
If one must be stuck behind an immovable object on the road, the strains of Barry White should at least take some of the pressure off. I have to say, Giles needs to get up and move his issues off the road soon. 🙂
Cheers!
MG
I think the farmer would have reached for his gun, too, if he’d had his snooze interrupted by a tourist blasting his car horn AND Barry White at him. Believe me, I know. I’ve had a French ‘farmer’ shoot past me into my garden, as I stood in it.
Hahaha! That really does sound like a relaxing break — for Giles :-). Good story with a fun twist!
He has probably been in tons of jams before 😉 Cool take.
Great Story Mr. Binks! Love it, and I love Barry White on radio – tell Bjorn to put the gun DOWN! Love it. Nan