PHOTO PROMPT © JS Brand
Way up at the top of the rickety house, a little girl lay belly-down on her bed. She watched, fascinated, as Zing and Zang seemed to float in the air around the houseboat drifting on the glassy water.
“A boat for a house?” questioned Zing. “Who would want to live that way? Earth people are so strange.”
Zang agreed, He’d much rather live on solid ground.
The girl watched and listened. The two odd creatures seemed to vanish and then reappear, depending on the sunlight or shadow. Her name was Peony. She wanted to know more, but she was afraid.