The Field – Friday Fictioneers

AnElephantCant grow crops
He does not have what you call green fingers
But you can be sure
He has first class manure
Although boy oh boy that pong really lingers

Once again it is Friday Fictioneer time.
Our ambitious agricultural ambassador Rochelle sows the seeds to cultivate a cool collection of clever chronicles.
And AnElephant finds stony ground.
The idea is to write a very short story, circa 100 words, based on this picture prompt (below).
That’s it.

© Marie Gail Stratford

The Field

I had expected it to be greener.
And somehow livelier.
But it is barren and deserted.
Maybe my memory is playing tricks on me.
Or maybe things have changed since the pictures were taken.
It has taken me far longer than planned to get here.
But things happen on a journey.
Mechanical failure, illness, and other more urgent matters cause delays, even with the best preparation.
And I did not prepare very well.
It was more of an impulse.
Because it was a good time for me to get away, in case questions got asked.
So I came to Earth.