It is time once again to add a story to the FRIDAY FICTIONEERS 100 WORD STORY CHALLENGE.
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Here is our photographic prompt and my story follows:
PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook
Ground
by JE Lillie
Jason loved the windmills.
“Imagine the ingenuity!” He would exclaim to me.
“Hundreds of years ago, the Dutch drove back the seas and used the wind to do it! And they wasted nothing! The same pumps that would push back the water made their paint and their chocolate!” He marveled.
Every week he would go and watch the last of those old engines operate. He particularly loved the one that made the paint.
They were making yellow the day he fell in and was crushed by the gears. To this day My kitchen is painted butternut in his memory.
Lillie-Put 
Not painted with the yellow they were making that day, I hope
Of course, that’s what makes it a good memorium.
For some reason I feel that Jason is not missed.
That is a very astute observation.
I’m not convinced Jason fell in accidentally… Great take.
You are not the only one to have suggested that lain. Thanks for reading and commenting.
Doesn’t butternut have a red hue to it? its time for a paint job-how about snow white walls? A clean slate to look at don’t ya think?
I don’t know about a red hue. It’s kind of a deep yellow like Thanksgiving squash color.
I’m laughing like a hyena, cackling like a hen…whatever, this is hilarious, brother!!!!
Thanks Stella.
Most welcome 🙂
What better way to remember someone? I just hope the writer didn’t have a hand in it, as he/she seems remarkably sanguine about the event.
A little push here…a little push there who knows?
Dear Joe,
One could say that Jason had a colorful ending. What a way to go.
Shalom,
Rochelle
It was surely colorful in every sense of the word.
Oh my…that was surprising!
Nothing like a little zinger.