PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook
“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!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Glad it made you smile. 🙂 Thank you for reading.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Now both have something in common to talk about.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Yes!
LikeLike
Ouuuu, now that’s a moment to be treasured! Love it! 🙂 ❤ really big ❤
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you. Glad you like it. 🙂
LikeLike
Nice, life affirming tale, every child should have a shack in the woods
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you. 😀
LikeLike
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.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Maybe just a little bit but I’m sure he meant well.
LikeLiked by 1 person
There must be something in the DNA. What a wonderful connection.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Probably. 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
A heartwarming story, it made me smile.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you. 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person