Word count: 100
Sam scratched his head, dumbfounded. “Look at that!!! No way in hell I woulda believed it had I not seen it!”
“See? I told you!”
“Yeah, but seriously, Mark. How the hell did you do that?”
“Like I told you, all you have to do is plant ‘em at the right time of the year!”
“Stop it. You’re shitting me. I don’t know how you did it, but they did NOT grow up out of the ground like that.”
“I’m telling ya. I planted three Hot Wheels last spring.”
They walked away ~ Sam muttering under his breath; Mark smiling.
100 Word Stories ~ Friday Fictioneers
Photo Prompt ~ © Jean L. Hays
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Word Count: 100
“There’s a fence. That means we are not welcome!”
“Oh, don’t be such a sissy, Ruth! For once, let your sense of adventure out of its cage!”
“No, Beth, it is trespassing. What if the owner comes after us with a gun!”
“You watch way too many movies, Sister-mine! C’mon, let’s go see what’s inside the silo.”
Ruth grudgingly climbed up and over the fence after her sister and made her way cautiously to the tall edifice.
“Stop, or I’ll shoot!” shouted a man, holding a rifle.
Ruth fell to her knees, crying, when from behind came her friends.
100-word Stories: Friday Fictioneers
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