“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.
A wide smile pastes across his grandfather’s face, “Because I collect shells too.” From his pocket, he pulls out an exotic shell.
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.