The builder

Copyright - Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Copyright – Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

“You can’t go wrong with bricks and mortar.”

Vernon recalls his father’s advice. The old houses seem tired now, as though it’s becoming an effort to keep up appearances.

Children’s laughter drifts through a window. Sounds of life. Vernon is no longer the man of vigour who created these buildings, but he loves to walk here and remember the passion, his ruthless refusal to be second best, cutting down competitors to build his empire, starting at the bottom with trowel and cement.

These houses will surrender, in time. People will wonder at the whitened bones in the crumbling brickwork, but he’ll be long past telling.


This is another one for Friday Fictioneers, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ weekly flash fiction challenge.

29 thoughts on “The builder

  1. This is such a perfect story for this photo. Really well done, Margaret. I like the line about the houses surrendering. I wonder if the place is haunted because of the buried bodies.


    • There’s certainly something strange going on down deep. I’m delighted that you like my story, Amy. I took a while to get an idea for this prompt, so it’s very encouraging to think it worked. Thank you for your kind comment.

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  2. Beautiful and surprising end. Is it bad that I like Vernon for some reason? I feel for him remembering the good old days, even though he wasn’t exactly “good” in them.


  3. Great twist at the end. Makes me wonder how many buildings, bridges, roads, walls, ect., have bones mixed with the bricks, cement, and asphalt. You don’t mess with some people. Well done, Marg. 🙂 — Suzanne.


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