Grass Story

Copyright – Danny Bowman

Wherever I look, I can see this green needle like things. I come to the edge of the blanket & slowly stretch my feet so that I can touch it. WOAH!!

They hurt—no they tickle!

I stole a look at Mommy; she is busy reading her book. It’s a beautiful sunny day— and sunny day calls for picnic, Mommy says!

I have been here before, but this green needles under my blanket has escaped my notice. I am crawling all over the blanket but I am scared to step out.

It’s only grass—go on touch it sweet heart!

This is written as part of the Friday Fictioneers Challenge – Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. Today’s prompt is the above picture.

Hope you enjoyed.

That Little Old Woman

Copyright: Sandra Cook

Genre: Fiction

Word Count:107

It was a long drive on a rickety bus, traveling through the steep curves overlooking the never-ending expanse of tea gardens. I am only here for a day to meet my grandma, and then I will bid adieu to this small town for greener pastures.

I made my way through the lonely stretch to reach the stable where she would be milking cows— her daily ritual. Her wrinkled face lit up as she saw me, I reached out to her and she hugged me tight.  

That night, I lay on the heap of hay stack gazing the stars consumed by the thought of her holding onto me.

This is written as part of the Friday Fictioneers Challenge – Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. Today’s prompt is the above picture.

Hope you enjoyed.