Every Friday writers from around the world contribute 100 word stories prompted by a photograph supplied by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields to Friday Fictioneers. Everyone is welcome to contribute and we love comments on our stories.The Land
In the beforetime people lived in a land thick with figs, sassafras, and palms. One day a young girl washing her hair in the lake saw a red stranger, his eyes flaming with desire.
She scrambled into the rainforest and hid under a curtain fig.
The man made the ground tremble to shake her out. She clung to the roots.
His red hair flamed. The canopy ignited. She cowered lower.
He opened his mouth. Molten earth spewed forth, incinerating everything: the forest, the lake, the people.
To this day nothing grows there. One rock in the shape of a crouching girl remains.