The Dome

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

It was a beautifully crafted dome providing light and color to the dining area. The little blond child in a red jacket couldn’t stop looking. As he gazed upward, though, his face became less animated. His big blue eyes became fearful

He tugged on Mommy’s sleeve. “Mommy, we need to go!” He wasn’t usually a demanding child, so his mother paid attention.

“Are you sick? What’s the matter?”
“I’m scared! Those branches are reaching to get me!”

They got out just in time.

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