Flash Fiction: A piece of fiction that is extremely brief, typically only a few hundred words or fewer
The Challenge: Write a piece in 100 words or less using the prompt...
The Prompt: This was taking "not giving a shit" to a new level
Disclaimer: My word processor broke so my word count is WAY off for this one... OOPS!
Nick leaned on the shovel, surveying his crew. "One, two, three..." He grimaced and counted again. "Where's Luke?"
The orange clad men stretched the wire to mend the fences. Hammers clanged in the morning air.
He turned, his heart sinking into his stomach as he surveyed the roiling water a hundred feet below. As crew foreman, he was responsible for the safety of his men. Nick reached for his radio, ready to call for help when he noticed an orange flag making it's way through the sagebrush. The little RC truck broke into the clearing carrying a small bucket of fencing nails. Nick's jaw dropped open and his gaze looked up at the truck. Luke sat in the shade, a beer in one hand and the RC remote in the other. This was taking "not giving a shit" to a new level.
