Here’s my second installment of Friday Flash Fiction. Some people say the point is to write a creative story with as few words as possible, others say it must be around 100 words. Anybody know? Am I doing it right?
Lounging against a gnarled old tree stump, I soaked in the zesty scent of pine cones, marveled at the rust-colored quilt of fallen leaves, and grinned at the crisp crack of twigs snapping beneath my feet.
A wriggling army of ants was gobbling up a shriveled crab apple like it was their last feast. With a mischievous cackle, I slammed my bright pink plastic sandals down, squashing them into a gooey mess!
Prompt: gnarled, ants
Shirley
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