The Feeder – Sunday Photo Fiction

Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly challenge presented by my old friend Al Forbes.
The idea is to write a short story (200 word max) inspired by what you see in his picture (below).
Today’s avian photo reminds me again of our host’s fondness for little feathered beasties – see Current Story at the top of this page – and makes me smile.
Some of us think you do a great job here, Al.
Click on this link to enter your tale, and to see what others have written.

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Copyright Al Forbes

Click here to hear me read this 90-second story:
The Feeder

When the great machines destroy my town, I am one of the few survivors.
I escape into the mountains and join the freedom fighters.
There are eight of us, moving constantly, even in the most inhospitable terrain.
We never stop for more than four hours, and that is to sleep.
Every second day we arrive in a desolate spot where a pot sits over a fire.
It contains rabbit, pigeon, sometimes boar.
And potatoes, carrots and beans.
What we don’t eat we parcel in the bread that is also there.
One night, after a bloody encounter with the invaders, we are bandaging our wounds.
We lost two men, another is fatally wounded.
A scrawny, shifty little man carrying an ancient long gun, sidles into camp.
Our leader, nursing a thigh wound, rises, greets him deferentially.
The others too get to their feet, bow their heads respectfully.
Who is he, I ask, who does not fight with us, but is so revered?
He is the feeder.

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24 Responses to The Feeder – Sunday Photo Fiction

  1. mandibelle16 says:

    I enjoyed this CE. A dystopian kind of story. No rule or law, or dependable one so you have guys fighting for survival for what’s right for people in general. And ultimately, it makes a great deal of sense, that the one most revered would be “the feeder” as I imagine for those who aren’t soldiers, find food is difficult to come by. Interesting story. Thought provoking, very much so.

    Hugs CE. Enjoy the rest of your week 🙂 ,


  2. Dahlia says:

    I thought it was brilliant and well begun is half done – all the best for the rest of the story.


  3. Interesting story of survival, C.E. Full of vivid descriptions. Good writing. 🙂 — Suzanne


  4. What a picture you painted with your words. I could so imagine the scene. Brilliant

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  5. misskzebra says:

    Interesting story, and I like the way your pieces always have a sense of rhythm to them. It’s also quite active and fast-paced, which makes it an enjoyable read.


  6. Graham Lawrence says:

    That is an adorable conclusion that answered my inevitable question at the very last line. Masterfully done Sir!


  7. Lynn Love says:

    A necessary role in a subsistence culture and rightfully reverred. I like the way you build the details of their existence – the animals they eat, the bloody skirmishes, the feeling of them huddling together, struggling against a tough world. A great image of a dystopian future.


  8. emmylgant says:

    That could be the intro to a fascinating book.


  9. Dear CE,

    So he’s the one who feeds them? Definitely one to be revered. Your descriptions are vivid in this story. I could feel the desolation and weariness. Well done.




    • ceayr says:

      Indeed he is, m’lady, a crucial role in the situation.
      I am glad it worked for you, there is obviously more room for descriptive text here than in FF.


  10. maryruth16 says:

    Very visual piece, CE & it really helped to listen to your reading it. Love the personified image of the pot ‘sitting’ over the fire & the effective description of the feeder. Mary


  11. Interesting title he has. I can see why he is so revered. The hope that no more souls are fed to him.


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