
“I am going to my shack!” Johnny announces.
His grandfather smiles and stands up, “Let’s go then. I’m looking forward to seeing that fascinating shack of yours.”
Johnny pushes open the French doors and excitingly leads them into the woods. A short while later, they arrive before a small wooden shack. Johnny pushes the door open and they duck into the room. “Interesting.” His grandfather says, admiring the shell collection on the table by the window.
“Interesting, grandpa?”
A wide smile pastes across his grandfather’s face, “Because I collect shells too.” From his pocket, he pulls out an exotic shell.
(100 words)
Each week, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple hosts Friday Fictioneers where we’re challenged to write a piece of flash fiction in 100 words, more or less, based on the picture above.
What a special bond between Johnny and his grandpa. Makes my heart smile!
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Glad it made you smile. 🙂 Thank you for reading.
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Now both have something in common to talk about.
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Yes!
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Ouuuu, now that’s a moment to be treasured! Love it! 🙂 ❤ really big ❤
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Thank you. Glad you like it. 🙂
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Nice, life affirming tale, every child should have a shack in the woods
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Thank you. 😀
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Am I the only one who wonders if Johnny felt a little upstaged by Grandpa? I’m sure he meant well, but his timing could have been better.
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Maybe just a little bit but I’m sure he meant well.
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There must be something in the DNA. What a wonderful connection.
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Probably. 🙂
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A heartwarming story, it made me smile.
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Thank you. 🙂
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