‘I’m gunna plant truffles. Honey we’re gunna be rich!’ That was two long years ago. Dan gave up his farming job to tend to his project. He loved the spores like the newborn I crave. Our cabin was so cold that we dressed in heavy woollen jumpers. We survived on cheap, frozen meals as we struggled to pay our bills. Yet our babies lay snug and warm, loved and comforted. ‘Hang in there pet, black gold I tell ya!’ It’s been two years now and still no truffles, only mushrooms. At least tonight’s meal won’t come from the freezer. This is a 100 word story based on the photo prompt provided by Friday Fictioneers  I encourage any aspiring flash-fictioneers to follow the link above and have a go! http://new.inlinkz.com/luwpview.php?id=485391