Long-form writing has been overwhelming lately so I’m trying short stories. I didn’t know that there were even shorter stories out there called micro-fiction. 100-word stories. And believe it or not there are even 50-word stories. I’m not ready for that, especially since they read like Haiku. Anywho, here’s my take on micro fiction. To be developed into a proper story in the future.
The Civilian Conservation Corps was a public works program developed in 1933. It was created so poor and unskilled younger men would have the chance to earn a wage while helping to re-build the country. Sonny Fisher just saw it as his meal ticket.
If it wasn’t for the CCC he’d likely starve or be shot. Either way, he’d be dead if he stayed back home in Ohio. Here he was in Texas bustin’ his ass for pennies a day and good food.
While digging he struck an iron pot. Sealed with worn leather and covered in mildew. Gold coins?
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