Progress – a story for the Friday Fictioneers


Photo prompt © jean-I-hays

Photo prompt  © jean-I-hays


Once, businesses thrived on Route 66. Our community worked to supply the passer-by.

That was years ago, before scheming developers forced the decision to divert the traffic away from our town. Now, thousands of cars use the super-highway to go to a recently built shopping centre. They say that you can buy anything there. Even if I had the cash, I couldn’t bring myself to use it.

My father couldn’t pay the bills, opting for a quick, but bloody ending.

Our inheritance crumbles as the earth reclaims what it can; hand-outs feed my mother and her children.

Thank you to Rochelle at She organises the Friday Fictioneers. Authors write a piece of 100 word fiction, prose or poetry based on a photo prompt and exchange comments on their work.  If you are a writer of short fiction, join us and see where your imagination takes you.






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15 responses to “Progress – a story for the Friday Fictioneers

  1. Progress often isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.

  2. I appreciate the comments that everyone has left about my story ‘Progress’. Thank you.

  3. michael1148humphris

    They call it progress, but for many it is not. And for some it is hell. A great piece of journalist style story writing. Mike

  4. Developers don’t seem to realise the effect of their plans! Well written.

  5. Sad depiction of how progress can leave so many by the wayside

  6. Progress is exactly this… and it has a price.

  7. Dear Lindy,

    Such a sad commentary on the victims of ‘progress.’ Well done.



  8. Modern developments always have a downside as well as benefits. Nicely encapsulated here.

  9. Dale

    A sad bit of history (and probably still present)
    Well written.

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