Sam the Scarecrow…


Sam the Scarecrow lived a pretty good life. He had the sun during the day, the moon most nights, and although the rain would come along and make things wet, he reasoned even he could use a bath from time to time.

Yes, Sam was content.

Spring was filled with birds stopping for a rest on his arms as they flew back from the south. Summers got hot, but his hat gave him plenty enough shade so he didn’t see a reason for complaint.

Fall was his favorite. Farmers would tend their fields and Sam just loved watching them work. It also didn’t hurt that he’d get a nice fresh stuffing of hay and sometimes even a new suit.

But, autumn turned to winter.

And winters were the worst. Alone, Sam would stand sentry in the silent stalks. He’d get so lonely that he’d even crave the company of crows, his resented rivals.

Eventually, though, winter would wane, and Sam would spot the first bloom of spring.

And once a year, on that day, Sam the Scarecrow would smile.


FFfAW 71

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

photo provided by Louise with The Storyteller’s Abode.


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R. Todd

I'm older than I think I am and younger than I feel. I'm stuck in the 80's but relevant to today (oh I hope that last part is true). I think I am more of an enigma than I really am, but somehow still confound those who try to figure me out (or they just look at me weird, so I infer that). And I really hate my first name. Husband, father, Navy Vet, UCF graduate, cat owner (translate.. slave), wannabe writer, and all around big kid who is stuck in an adult world. Overall, I just... um.. something to something, blah blah blah. And that's all I got to say about that.

18 thoughts on “Sam the Scarecrow…”

    1. Thanks, I felt bad about going over the word count (hit just over 200) but I spent about an hour trying to edit it down but couldn’t get it down to under 200… so frustrating.


  1. Wow! Excellent take of the prompt. Not only did I feel hooked by the emotions, characterization, and great writing, but I also felt like this story could be a metaphor for someone who has depression and has accepted the bad with the good. That’s powerful, even if that’s not what you were going for with this story. Thanks for sharing this with us! Again, excellent job.

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    1. Why thank you. And I’m glad you picked up on that. That metaphor was intentional, not about depression but just about dealing with life everyday. The good, the bad, the worse, but you got to have hope, right?

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