It is time once again for Friday Fictioneers. That is the place where about 100 authors gather to share about 100 stories containing about 100 words all from 1 picture shared by our hostess Rochelle.

Here is this week’s photo prompt:

photo by J. Hardy Carroll

My Playground

by JE Lillie

Everyone in town called it the WPA project. Then they’d sneer. I didn’t know what WPA was or why those letters made people so unhappy. It was just an old cellar hole but to me it was a magical place, a fairy vale, where I could escape from the violence of my father, the impotence of my mother, and the bullying which had become the norm for the smallest kid in school.

I made friends with the trees growing from the basement floor, and carved my initials in the walls. 

I cried for weeks after the bulldozers took my world away.

Info on the WPA can be found HERE.

In my home town there was an abandoned cellar hole that was part of an unfinished WPA project. The police were forever chasing kids out of that cellar hole.

Read the other stories in the FF collection by clicking the underlined link at the top of this post.