A 100 word story for the Friday Fictioneers.
PHOTO PROMPT © Jan Wayne Fields
“That’s where the farm was.” Tim waved a hand across the plain.
“Down there?” Evie’s face expressed incredulity.
Her grandfather smiled. “That’s what my granddad told me, and he remembers seeing it, the grass and the cows.”
“They ate the grass. It was green then, he said.”
“Central Eastern Region isn’t green,” she said, a touch of suspicion in her voice.
Tim’s gaze brushed the barren hills and the dry stalks that had once been trees.
“Ah well, it wasn’t called that then. When it was green, and cows and horses grazed on it, that plain was County Meath.”