Friday Fictioneers 1-6-17

It is time once again to add a story to the FRIDAY FICTIONEERS 100 WORD STORY CHALLENGE.

To join in the fun or to read the other authors who wrote stories just click the underlined link.

Here is our photographic prompt and my story follows:

PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

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.

Morning Direction From Scripture 1-7-17

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Sin whispers to the wicked, deep within their hearts.[a]
    They have no fear of God at all.
2 In their blind conceit,
    they cannot see how wicked they really are.
3 Everything they say is crooked and deceitful.
    They refuse to act wisely or do good.
4 They lie awake at night, hatching sinful plots.
    Their actions are never good.
    They make no attempt to turn from evil. Psalm 36:1-4

What makes people fight to keep hold of wickedness?