There were two of them, three counting the white tail disappearing under the low branches of a Scott’s Pine, I don’t even give it a second glance.
Carefully, lens changed, I drop onto the scratchy stubble of newly cut barley, gently inching forward on hands and knees to the brow of the hill where I lay for twenty two minutes exactly, my lens filled with, not my muse but friends of; frolicking and leaping together, turning full circles in mid air then running one after the other.
When showering that evening I find four ticks feeding greedily on my tummy…
I found Erica’s
100 word stories this week, today’s post was this;
The above 100 word story is my first attempt… expect more! It felt like a good exercise in keeping things simple and finding words to create a scene that would usually take me 1000 and time I just don’t have!
Join in if you can just read Erica’s instructions and post!
I was totally with you, and loving your world, until 'ticks' slammed me back into mine, ungraciously and with a sickening shudder! I hope they are gone!! Xxx
Aah, what a cool idea, and a great story. I was so inspired that I tried one too! It's in my Notes