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Friday Fictioneers, 22 February 2013: Homestead

Ah, how perfect! The Daily Prompt from today made me consider the idea of a homestead, so the Friday Fictioneers prompt has conveniently allowed me to continue what I started in that post. Sort of. I call this 100-word bit, “Homestead,” and we find Jeremiah a few years down the path from where we last saw him…

Copyright: Janet Webb

Jeremiah had done well for himself. Forty years, one wife, and three kids later, he stood on the land given to him by his uncle; the kids had moved on, the wife had died, and time had been kind to him. He still got out and walked the parcel every day, just as he had for the last 40 years. He went down to the old oak to visit Julianne, missing her but comforted by the thought of being planted next to her one day. He took off his hat to wipe the sweat from his brow, and was thankful. 


  1. sustainabilitea February 20, 2013 9:46 pm

    I could see my grandfather in this (although he died before Grandma.) A man comfortable in his own skin.


    • AR Neal February 20, 2013 9:47 pm

      Thank you, Janet! Yes, Jeremiah is definitely comfortable in his own skin, which he sees as part of the land…

  2. deanabo February 20, 2013 9:49 pm

    very nice! Terrific writing.

    • AR Neal February 20, 2013 9:54 pm

      {curtsies awkwardly} Thank you Deana 🙂

  3. yebuccaneer February 20, 2013 10:03 pm

    Honest grafting gives his inner strength…the way to live…nice writing

    • AR Neal February 20, 2013 10:32 pm

      🙂 A very true point indeed. Thank you!

  4. silentlyheardonce February 21, 2013 12:08 am

    Very peaceful feel in words.

    • AR Neal February 21, 2013 12:11 am

      Thank you–glad you enjoyed it!

  5. kz February 21, 2013 12:34 am

    yes i agree…felt very peaceful as i was reading this. great story

    • AR Neal February 21, 2013 2:08 am

      Thank you, kz!

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  7. waitingforaname February 21, 2013 4:13 am

    Very peaceful. Nice atmosphere. Liked how he took his hat off to wipe the sweat from his brow.

  8. Sandra February 21, 2013 10:24 am

    Nicely done; he sounds like a man at peace with himself.

    • AR Neal February 21, 2013 1:43 pm

      Thank you, Sandra–peace is the order of the day!

  9. rochellewisoff February 21, 2013 11:45 am

    Dear AR,
    Jeremiah sounds like a dear man who has risen above the tragedies in his life. Nice job.

    • AR Neal February 21, 2013 1:43 pm

      Thank you, Rochelle!


  10. claudia February 21, 2013 2:59 pm

    Lovely. Captures a life completely, just as looking at the barn one sees a life too.

    • AR Neal February 22, 2013 2:43 am

      Thank you, Claudia! I tried to do justice to the photo!

  11. Joe Owens February 21, 2013 3:13 pm

    Jeremiah has no regrets, since he was able to live his life on his own terms. His peace is knowing he has a future with his deceased wife. Very believable scene you created with this prompt.

    • AR Neal February 21, 2013 3:28 pm

      Thank you, Joe! I am humbled by your observation of my little piece of story.

  12. Shenine Wiggs February 21, 2013 9:33 pm

    I love this. Jeremiah truly lived life. He had an inner peace. I enjoyed!


    • AR Neal February 22, 2013 2:43 am

      Thank you, Shenine–it would be wonderful to have as much peace as Jeremiah! I’m still looking 🙂

  13. lingeringvisions February 22, 2013 6:20 pm

    A nice feel good story.

    • AR Neal February 22, 2013 6:25 pm

      Thank you–I enjoy writing a peaceful item every now and again 😉

  14. Björn Rudberg (brudberg) February 22, 2013 10:05 pm

    Wonderful to know you can be at peace with yourself also under meager conditions. Wonderfully inspiring.

    • AR Neal February 22, 2013 10:10 pm

      Thank you, Björn! I agree 🙂

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  18. train-whistle February 23, 2013 4:06 pm

    I like the feeling you evoke in this, a sense of life well lived, not sentimental at all (that’s a compliment).

    • AR Neal February 23, 2013 5:19 pm

      As a generally non-sentimental person, I certainly take it as a compliment 🙂 Thank you!!

  19. Shirley McCann February 24, 2013 9:03 pm

    What a nice story.

    • AR Neal February 25, 2013 12:03 am

      Thank you, Shirley! Having grown up in more of a rural area, it wasn’t too much of a stretch of imagination!

  20. Sarah Ann February 25, 2013 5:20 pm

    This is lovely. I really like the idea of him being ‘planted next to her one day.’

    • AR Neal February 25, 2013 5:26 pm

      Thank you, Sarah: when that line came to me I thought it captured so much…

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