Copyright -Sandra Crook

Copyright -Sandra Crook

Everywhere he went, he was greeted with kind words, friendly waves, warm smiles.  Charles loved this town!  He smiled and waved in return as his tractor put-putted down the road away from the chalet.

The rack that he pulled was mostly filled with round hay-bales  – a valuable commodity during this year of drought, so it was no wonder that the people of this agricultural area welcomed him so readily.

Three police cruisers sped the other way, lights flashing…towards the chalet.  Charles smiled and waved at them as well.

Charles knew that nobody ever suspects the guy driving the tractor.


Written for Friday Fictioneers, where Rochelle Wisoff-Fields provides us with a weekly photo to get our creative juices flowing.