Image by John Nixon at http://www.thesupercargo.com/
‘Hurry, scurry!’ she says impatiently.
Her toes grip either side of the trunk and she pulls up onto the next branch.
She’ll say that to me one hundred and fifty-three times. As we ride our bikes along the pier in the rain, as I clamber through her window on a warm Tuesday night, as I leaf through the menu at La Petite Castille, as I muddle my words down on one shaky knee, as I work out the meaning of two lines versus one.
‘Hurry, scurry!’
But for now, she simply wants me to climb the tree.
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Friday Fictioneers is a challenge set by Rochout elle Fields where writers around the world create 100 word stories inspired by the one image. For more information see: http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2014/03/25/28-march-2014/
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Want to read more from Jessie Ansons? Check my post on the search for the perfect Una-don called It’s a moray: My love for Japanese eel.
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