Photo Prompt © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
It was a project today.
“This could be good,” grinned one of the boys.
“We will need some leaves and stuff.”
“Handy that we are allowed to walk around the grounds…”
“… and maybe a little further too.”
As they looked at each other. And smiled.
“Come on, let’s go down to the small stream by the bridge.”
They didn’t find much though, certainly not leaves. Still they improvised.
“All this useful mud.”
“Perfect.”
So they plastered one of the pillars.
“This is definitely art, isn’t it.”
“It is.”
“Pity we can’t bring it home.”
“Oh well, such is life.”
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Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers
Genre: Anecdote?
Word Count: 100


That’s a lovely story, Chris! 👍 I like how those boys improvised and made an art out of the mud, when they didn’t find leaves. ☺️
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Haha! I’m glad they can’t take it anywhere
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This is great! Remember being a kid and playing in mud? So fun!
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still life
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That sounds like the archetypal childhood adventure!
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