“Put the daddy in, Bobby. Do it now, I’m tired of waiting.”
Little Sally and her brother were playing doll house. Well, at least Little Sally was. Bobby was busy adjusting the arms and legs of Daddy.
“Bobby, do it now!”
“I’m tryin’ to get his legs right so he can sit on that chair.”
“They don’t bend, they’ll just have to stick out straight. Gimme that!”
“Let Bobby play too, Sally.”
“It’s my doll house, grandma gave it to me, an’ Bobby won’t play right.”
“I get to put the boys in.”
“Changed my mind, Bobby.”
Click ☞ May 3 2020
Photo courtesy of Donna McNicol
(Little Sally’s stories are always 100 words… exactly)
Huffing and puffing, Cheryl never thought she’d be doing this. Hated the outdoors, liked looking at it, just not being in it. It had all started with a phone call.
“Hello, Ethel. Before you ask again, remember Caller ID. What’s up?”
“Birds! Let’s go Birding!!!”
“What in the hell are you talking about, Ethel? What’s ‘Birding’?”
“It’s where you look at birds. They’re really pretty, and you learn a lot.”
“Really? Just what are we going to learn? And how are you such an expert”
” I got a book at a yard sale, it’s all the rage now. You go out in the woods and look at birds. I’m going Saturday; please say you’ll come.”
So Cheryl, against her better judgment, agreed to go.
“Dammit, Ethel! Slow down! I don’t like this mud. I see one more barbwire fence, I’m quitting. Are you sure you know where we are?”
“Don’t be such a baby, of course, I know.”
“Well, all we’ve seen are brown birds, I haven’t learned a damn thing, and where’s the pretty ones in your book. I need a coffee.”
“I don’t know; I thought we’d see them. I think the road’s over there, I’m ready for coffee.”
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I don’t think I’ve done a Sunday Photo Fiction before. My friend at Momus does and his will be SciFi, probably a star cruiser crashed in that field. When I saw this photo prompt, a story started writing. Go read Eric’s and the other SPF Stories also.