Some Grow Old and Die…

Shopping Trolleys







At one time powerful carthorses relentlessly towed heavy-laden narrow boats along hoof-beaten towpaths. Hot necks straining, muscles flicking, strong heads bowed. The waterway was busy and constantly churned.
However, time slowed and creeping coarse grass covered the path. The algae-stifled canal now flows wearily round abandoned shopping trolleys, sticking up like modern, chrome Excaliburs in the kingdom of the frog.
To avoid fines and castigation the supermarket deployed employees to retrieve the trollies and it was they, complaining about the stench, who dragged up from the stagnant depths, Maria, last seen four years ago mourning the still-birth of her baby.

Written for Friday Fictioneers – a 100 words story based on a photo prompt. Hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.

16 thoughts on “Some Grow Old and Die…

  1. I like how the detailed description of the place’s past and prestent shows a logical progression. I like the Excaliburs, the kingdom of the frog–a hint at who is the true ruler of the place, development or not, and then, unexpected, the sad ending. Great story.


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