Here we are for another week of Friday Fictioneers! Every week Rochelle gives us a photo prompt and asks us to write a 100 word story, beginning to end. Check out how the whole crew has responded to this week’s prompt at
http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2014/11/19/21-november-2014/
And here is this week’s photo prompt
photo credit: Claire Fuller
Potato Farmer
by JE Lillie
When Gramps left me the shop and four hundred acres of rocky ground I thought I was dreaming. I should’ve known better. Gramps did look a bit like Freddy Krueger sans finger nails.
Five hundred foreclosures later and I am left in a ghost town with nothing but a bunch of old rotten tires (everyone bought new ones on the way out) …Oh, and that four-hundred acres of God-crete.
Last night I read how you can plant potatoes inside tires.
It was like Gramps was sending me a message, ” Lemons and lemonade. Tires and potato farming.”
I always hated that old man.
Lillie-Put 
Dear Joseph,
Good story with an exclamation point for a last line. I laughed out loud.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Yeah, I chuckled at this one 🙂 the last line was great.
Nice work.
KT
What an inheritance! I hope his potato crop thrives and he makes a killing at the farmers’ markets. Maybe he could value add – potato soup? Fun story.
Funny story – Grandpa was evidently a nut. Too bad – they missed out on some good bonding time. Great story! Nan 🙂
Oh they had bonding time. It just tied the author up on knots.