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Friday Fictioneers, 1 March 2013: One Mite

Sara-Jane’s life had, up until this moment, been filled with adventure. She’d left home with her betrothed at the tender age of 11 (that’s how they’d done it then—he was a deacon in their family church and was a wise man of 18). She’d not been able to have children and had therefore been discarded, but it had not affected her negatively. She’d gone off in the ’49 International Harvester pickup her dad had given her and explored the world. Now, destitute, she had to let it go.

“but she, out of her poverty, put in all she owned”

Copyright: Beth Carter 

Written for this week’s Friday Fictioneers. PS: italicized verse portion can be explored here.


  1. sustainabilitea February 27, 2013 11:07 pm

    I’m glad she survived. And thank goodness we don’t do 11 years old any more (at least for the most part!) I think the pickup was a step up from this car. 🙂


    • AR Neal February 27, 2013 11:41 pm

      Hahaha! I don’t know…a 64-year old pickup could get a bit…gamey… 🙂

      • sustainabilitea February 28, 2013 12:03 am

        Nothing says it can’t be cleaned out!! 🙂

        • AR Neal February 28, 2013 12:13 am

          Very true 🙂 However, Based on the image, don’t think she’s thought of that… 🙂

          • sustainabilitea February 28, 2013 12:15 am

            After about a minute, she probably will.

          • AR Neal February 28, 2013 12:20 am


  2. deanabo February 27, 2013 11:14 pm

    Im sure letting go is the hardest thing she will every do.

    • AR Neal February 27, 2013 11:41 pm

      Yes, letting go is nearly always the hardest thing; I agree Deana.

  3. rochellewisoff February 27, 2013 11:46 pm

    Yikes! Eighteen seems very young for a deacon. I think I was still playing with dolls at eleven.

    • AR Neal February 27, 2013 11:48 pm

      In some Pentecostal denominations, and I think in the Mormon faith, a young man can be a deacon at such an age…The image made me think of some of those little, isolated Southern towns of the past–real or imagined…

  4. silentlyheardonce February 28, 2013 1:10 am

    An inspiring take on the prompt. Nice job.

    • AR Neal February 28, 2013 1:27 am

      Thank you so much! I was hoping that the idea of “hope” came through…

  5. tedstrutz February 28, 2013 1:24 am

    I read this a few times, and looked at the photo. Down but not out.

    • AR Neal February 28, 2013 1:28 am

      You are right about that, Ted…again, there is hope!

  6. yepiratehere February 28, 2013 6:14 am

    After such a start she still dusted the sand off her knees and keeps going…touching story…southern town..yes…

    • AR Neal February 28, 2013 6:35 pm

      Thank you, sir!

  7. Sandra February 28, 2013 8:00 am

    A nice reflection on how things used to be. At least I hope it doesn’t happen any more…

    • AR Neal February 28, 2013 1:39 pm

      Very true, Sandra, but as I suggested in my reply to Carolyn, I wouldn’t swear to it not happening…

      • Parul March 3, 2013 2:53 am

        I think it still happens in India in small pockets – illegally but happens.

        • AR Neal March 3, 2013 4:29 am

          There are a few places around the world I am sure.

  8. carolynpageabc February 28, 2013 9:46 am

    To think that may happen is too cruel for words. Hopefully it doesn’t still; yet maybe it does…!

    • AR Neal February 28, 2013 1:37 pm

      There are still pockets of society where young women live lives that we, in our ‘advanced’ states, would not want, Carolyn. One never knows…

  9. rich March 1, 2013 3:03 am

    i think she was better off being let go. good for her. well done.

    • AR Neal March 1, 2013 3:17 am

      Thank you, Rich!

  10. Joe Owens March 1, 2013 2:16 pm

    Oh that is just so wrong! Eleven year old kids have other things on their minds than serving a husband. I am glad we have evolved in our thinking to realize the better age for marriage is in the twenties.

    • AR Neal March 1, 2013 2:26 pm

      Thank you, Joe. I think there are still aspects of life that we don’t get to see, that still go on… There are societal norms that we will never understand but that many accept…

  11. t March 1, 2013 5:29 pm

    I really liked the biblical verse tie-in. A very nice touch to a wonderful read!

    • AR Neal March 1, 2013 5:31 pm

      Thank you Troy!

  12. Björn Rudberg (brudberg) March 1, 2013 8:27 pm

    Wonderful. And hopefully she can find a new future… Maybe just maybe better of,

    • AR Neal March 1, 2013 9:56 pm

      Thank you, Björn; I agree–we want her to be better off, don’t we!

  13. lingeringvisions March 1, 2013 10:51 pm

    I found this disturbing

    • AR Neal March 1, 2013 11:04 pm

      Yes…it was meant to be; the image conjured ideas of difficult journeys, of dreams deferred, of things we just don’t talk about in polite company…

  14. Parul March 3, 2013 2:52 am

    Thank God she had no babies. I think that would have been more tragic.

    • AR Neal March 3, 2013 4:27 am

      Very true…that might make for a part two…

      • AR Neal March 3, 2013 4:29 am

        Oh, and I read today about a nine year old who gag birth to a little girl. She is from Mexico.

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