Feeling good

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 forย Friday Fictioneersย photo prompt. See if you can write a piece of flash fiction in 100 words.


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