I despised the humans that worked on this once majestic farm. They leaned against me with blatant disrespect smoking their infernal death sticks. New fangled contraptions carry out the hard work.
Their gazes remained transfixed by strange box things they held in their hands while permanent frowns furrowed prematurely lined faces. Did they know they wouldn’t be alive if I hadn’t worked so tirelessly farming for their peasant ancestors? What thanks do I get? Left outside in all weathers to rust and be ridiculed by passers by.
I deserve some dignity in my retirement. I have suffered the shame of local brats climbing over me, farmhands stubbing cigarettes out on me and animals relieving themselves against me. I may not be powered by their modern day witchcraft but I command respect.
I need to take action, to force them to move me out of the elements, to a place I can enjoy a well deserved retirement.
Here comes another, resting against me as he drinks his tea. I tug his shirtsleeve with my stiff mechanism, gently at first, then harder and harder. His fingers make a satisfying crack as they enter my metal jaws. He screams in pain as his blood drips, warming my cool carcass.
Written for Sunday Photo Prompt. A 200 word story inspired by the above image.
http://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com/2014/04/27/sunday-photo-fiction-april-27th-2014/
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I wasn’t expecting the dramatic ending. Neither was the tea drinker! Excellent.
Neither was I ;-). Thanks.
I knew that farming equipment could be cruel but this one is downright malicious! Sounds like a good start to a horror novel. 🙂
Thanks David. I love to read horror but have never written it.
I love it! Love the ending, it is the part I smiled at. Does that mean there is something wrong with me? Do you start writing and figure it out as you go along or do you have it all in your head to begin with?
Thanks Deb. When I saw the photo I knew I would write it from the point of view of the machine but then it really wrote itself.
Pleasantly sick. I like it 😀
Thanks.
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What a bitter old beast!
He certainly is!
That’s one machine who’s not happy to be in retirement! I like the consistently bitter voice – he’s so grumpy!
The author has a dark side that was let loose at the end I see! Good horror as it was so unexpected. Maybe that’s what makes good horror, not the explicit gore but the unexpected nastiness !