Friday, March 7, 2014

Grass Story



Copyright - Danny Bowman
Copyright – Danny Bowman



Wherever I look, I can see this green needle like things. I come to the edge of the blanket & slowly stretch my feet so that I can touch it. WOAH!!

They hurt—no they tickle!

I stole a look at Mommy; she is busy reading her book. It’s a beautiful sunny day— and sunny day calls for picnic, Mommy says!

I have been here before, but this green needles under my blanket has escaped my notice. I am crawling all over the blanket but I am scared to step out.

It’s only grass—go on touch it sweet heart!







This is written as part of the Friday Fictioneers Challenge – Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. Today’s prompt is the above picture.

Hope you enjoyed.



17 comments:

  1. This is a lovely take on the prompt.

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  2. Nice story from the POV of a child.

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  3. This was adorable!

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  4. What a fabulous take on the story. I loved it. :-)

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  5. Dear Moushmi,

    A rather unique take on the prompt. And a very sweet POV of a very young child. Nice.
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    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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  6. Dear Moushmi,

    A rather unique take on the prompt. And a very sweet POV of a very young child. Nice.
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    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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    1. Dear Rochelle,
      Im so glad you liked it.
      Thank you

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  7. I can't wait to see some green grass again! Unique point of view.

    janet

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    1. Come over to my place....we have some green backyard here.
      Thank you so much!

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  8. Oh yes.. grass can be scary... I think children should get more early exposure

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    1. You are right Bjorn..the urban boys must get some early exposure.

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  9. Lovely story of a mother and child experiencing nature as the child sees it. Well done.

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    1. I'm so glad you liked it. Thank you so much for appreciating.

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