Weekly Prompt Story: Mine

http://podcasting.isfullofcrap.com/2012/11/18/weekly-challenge-343-mine/

Mine

By Christopher Munroe

I’m sick and tired of telling you kids to stay out of my fields.

You trample corn, you dig up carrots, you treat the land like it’s your personal playground. And I’m sick of it.

Thus, I’ve buried explosives just under the ground. I know they’ll also destroy my crops, but the loss of a few crops to keep out intruders is, to me, a small price to pay, and I’ll pay it gladly.

So: Stay out. Starting today, trespassers will explode. Respect my property or die.

It’s not an unreasonable demand.

They’re not your fields after all.

They’re mine.

Grandpappy

Times was tough all around, what with the economy. But especially for Grandpappy.

The harvest hadn’t come in proper, and we’d been missing payment on the mortgage. We’d get to it when we could, but for the moment....

So I guess it ought not to’ve surprised us when the fella from the bank came by.

He told Grandpappy that, unless he came up with the money, the bank’d take his farm, all legal-like, nothing to do about it.

So Grandpappy shot him.

It didn’t help, but every time we visited him in prison Grandpappy’d tell us how satisfying it felt…