Friday Fictioneers — New Horizons

My family had a small farm in a rural part of the state. Everyone expected me to work the farm with my dad and ma and to learn what I needed so that one day I could take it over. That was my destiny.

On my 18th birthday, I showed my folks the train ticket to Chicago and told them I was leaving to seek new horizons. Fighting back tears, they wished me well.

Now I’m sitting in the train looking out the window, watching and wondering if the new horizons will look any different than the old ones.

(99 words)


Written for the Friday Fictioneers prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Photo credit: J Hardy Carroll.

14 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers — New Horizons

  1. GHLearner July 17, 2021 / 8:47 am

    Sometimes the old horizons look amazing when you don’t see them any more. Let’s hope the narrator likes the new ones.

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  2. msjadeli July 18, 2021 / 8:35 pm

    Is this a true story, Fandango? It feels like it might be. I know that farmers always want their kids to carry on for them, but not all want to.

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  3. Nope, Not Pam July 19, 2021 / 3:13 am

    Great tale, might be a bit of the greener grass syndrome

    Liked by 1 person

  4. michael1148humphris July 19, 2021 / 3:59 pm

    I enjoyed reading this, for me it was leave town and buy a farm.

    Liked by 1 person

  5. leigha66 July 23, 2021 / 3:07 pm

    The horizons will be similar but never like the ones back home.

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