Friday Fictioneer: The Forgotten

The Forgotten

At one time, it had been forgotten. Large office buildings rose up around it. Tall weeds camouflage it. Those that owned it had no knowledge of ownership.

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

An intern cleaning out old back paper files found the deed. She had an idea, which she shared at the next monthly brainstorm meeting.

The room was so quiet she thought her idea had been rejected. Not so.

There was so much hate and killing in the neighborhood, they thought her idea might have a chance.

The grass was mowed, the building painted and repaired. It became a multi-culture center for peace.

The End


This week’s story is inspired by the resent rise of terrorism. There are those who will never change, but for the rest of us, a little understanding of the other person goes a log way. Not all Muslims are full of hate.

I know because I’m a born again Christian and I have close Muslim friends. They whole heartily hate the bloodshed.


Friday Fictioneers is a challenge to write a 100 word story from a picture prompt. It’s hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, anyone can play.

Click on Short Stories to read more of my stories.

Click on the Blue Frog to read other bloggers’ Friday Fictioneers’ stories.

12 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneer: The Forgotten

  1. Nicely done! I love her idea! 😉

  2. I love it when things are reclaimed and renovated for a good purpose.

  3. This is so hopeful.. and so very much needed these days.. 🙂 lovely

  4. Lovely, I wish them well with their initiative!

  5. Dear Phyllis,

    Where there’s love, there’s hope. Nicely done.



  6. I just hope it gets used, that’s all. Nicely optimistic piece, Phyllis.

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