Good Thursday, my peeps. A day later than I usually post my Friday Fictioneers but hey, c'est la vie. Went down memory lane for this one, thanks to Lisa Fox's lovely photo. Click on her photo to climb over to Rochelle's blog where the rules and reg…
Good Thursday, my peeps. A day later than I usually post my Friday Fictioneers but hey, c'est la vie. Went down memory lane for this one, thanks to Lisa Fox's lovely photo. Click on her photo to climb over to Rochelle's blog where the rules and regs are. If you already know, or just wanna read more 100-word stories, inspired by said photo, just click on my frog below and enjoy!
Dale pedalled to her friend's house and knocked on the side door. "Come in!"
"Hi, Mrs. Armistead."
"Hi Dale. Lynne!"
"Hey Rogerbum! Ready to go to the country road?"
"You bet, Lynnie-Poo. We're off to our favourite place."
"Wonder if the horses will be out today."
"I brought some carrots. How can they resist us, eh?"
"You girls make sure you don't go IN the pasture with the horses."
"No worries," they chorused, grinning.
After feeding the horses, the girls crossed the road to their favourite clearing, next to one of the treehouses.
"Think this will be here forever?"
"Absolutely."
** There is nothing left of a single treehouse; all has been cleared away, sadly.
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