The day is grey and Zeke will have to wait for his walk. I’m still not convinced the weatherman is telling the truth and no rain shall fall… Until I am convinced, I much prefer to write my interpretation of this photo below, supplied by Jean L. Hays (please, only use her photo for this exercise and none other and give credit where it is due) and offering so many possibilities, than to take my chances. I sincerely hope you don’t mind that I again went the dialogue route.

Rochelle Wisoff-Fields is the leader of this group, and a fabulous one at that, and should you be interested, click on her name for the rules and regs. and, if you just want to read other variations on this theme, click on the blue frog!

Word count: 100

Genre: Fiction

Can’t Hurt To Look

They drove along the famous Route 66, a comfortable silence between them. They spotted it at the same time.

“Oh damn,” she thought, here we go again!”

“Oh look! Maybe they have something interesting!” he exclaimed, pulling over.

Resigned, she followed him.

“Babe, there isn’t even one single Coca Cola item outside. What makes you think there will be anything interesting within? I should think if they had anything of worth, it would be displayed.”

With a grin, he led her inside. “Sometimes you just have to do a little digging to find that special something.

“I found you, didn’t I?”