Photo Prompt © Nobbinmaug
The two boys had been playing with their bouncy ball by the park, but then the ball sailed over that back garden.
“At least we can see through the tall gate.”
“But what’s over there? It looks like a slithering thing, and I don’t like the look of it.”
“It’s long and black, although we can’t see it very well from here.”
They peered again, and then said: “Come on, we’ll be fine.”
So they jumped over.
They looked around at the rather rambling garden.
“Here’s our ball under the bush.”
“And there’s no snake at all.”
As both giggled.
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Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers
Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100
