Time for another (late) Friday Fictioneers entry. The challenge is to write a 100-word story in response to a weekly photo prompt chosen by our host Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Follow the link to her blog for more information. Thank you to all who take the time to read, like, or comment.

PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz

Rust

I’m fascinated by rust; how it relentlessly consumes its host like a disease. It’s cool to know that something as strong as metal has a weakness.

My brother’s screams are becoming frantic. I’ll keep him trapped in the trunk a little longer. I’m already in trouble; he’ll go snitching to Mum for sure.

I consider leaving him. The woods are vast; the abandoned car well hidden. I imagine grief oxidizing my family, and wonder how it would feel to be devoured by guilt.

I won’t. Leave him, I mean.

Must be love or some shit. Biggest weakness of them all.