I have to admit I almost skipped the Fictioneers this week. For one, this weekend is the quarterly meeting of Ozarks Writers League, and I have a ton of stuff to do before I leave later this morning. But, I’ll admit, mostly it’s because when I first looked at the photo prompt by Fictioneer Lura Helms, I couldn’t think of anything — not one single thing — to write about.
But, I chastised my muse. “Let your creativity flow!”
Finally, it did. Even before my first sip of coffee! So, thank you Lura, for kicking my muse in the butt this week. 🙂
And Madison Woods, we miss you!
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Photo by Lura Helms
Elizabeth looked up, shading her eyes from sunlight glinting between the leaves. “Can’t believe that’s all that’s left of our secret place.”
Kathryn nodded. “Remember when we stole the boys’ ball caps from their fort and ran away?” She chuckled, snorted. “Have to admit. I liked it when they chased us. Nothing funnier than looking down at them shaking their fists after we hung their caps off old T-Bone’s horns.” She patted Elizabeth’s hand. “Time flies, doesn’t it Lizzie?”
“Only when you’re having fun, Katie. Only when you’re having fun.” She grabbed the handles of Kathryn’s wheelchair with knotted hands and pushed.