Good Wednesday morning, my readers. Today’s Friday Fictioneers, always brought to you by Rochelle Wisoff (no E)-Fields was brought to you by much head-scratching, soul-searching and utter despair. OK, OK, I exaggerate just a tad. Trying to come up with something quasi-intelligent for Jilly Funnell‘s peculiar pic was not gonna happen. So I had some fun instead. Do try to come up with something better by clicking on the blue frog below and adding your two cents’ worth. Thank you, ladies, for causing me grief this week!
Things That Kids Do
“Last one up is a rotten egg!” Johnny yelled as he took off running.
“Hey! Not fair! You cheated!” Jimmy hollered as he ran, quickly catching up.
“I have to. Your legs are longer’n mine. Gotta take any advantage I can!”
“Guess it didn’t work, loser!” Jimmy laughed as he reached the top step. “I beat you!”
“Nah ah, you didn’t. We ain’t at the top yet.”
“What do you mean? We’re at the top.”
“Nope,” Johnny pointed to the peak of the structure. “We have to climb to the top of that.”
Jimmy squinted, looking up. “Are you crazy?”