Dad took me along to spare Mom’s nerves. It was a place out of time where old friends met occasionally.
One morning, they took me along on a walk. Bob, the owner, talked of dogs that he used to have by his side right here. Dad said it reminded him of winter jogs in Germany when he was in the military. Ted said he’d last seen blue herons when hunting with his dad before he died. Akenai said it looked like before the white people got here.
I said nothing. I’m too young … but maybe I’ll remember this place someday?
( 100 words / 0 numerals ; title not included. )
The above short story is an entry to a weekly challenge on WordPress called : Friday Fictioneers!
The idea is to write a hundred words short fiction ( flash ) story upon the prompt that is provided by Rochelle under the form of the above picture.
Thanks then to Rochelle whose blog is found here :
and I hope my readers will like it.