Friday Fictioneers Photo Prompt:
PHOTO PROMPT © Liz Young
Two little boys were running through the underbrush along the river’s edge, with no particular destination. Just running, as boys will.
They stopped short when they saw the head. Someone had left it there; someone who had been smoking and drinking. Terrified, they thought it was real. A closer look showed that it was only plastic, but their hearts still raced.
Then they glanced at each other, and the light of deviltry appeared in their eyes like a candle flame.
“Let’s go find the girls!” Glee filled their little heads. Fun times!