PHOTO PROMPT -Copyright-Roger Bultot
Daniel prodded the killer vines with some annoyance as they tried – once again – to swallow a passerby’s wagon. “Cut that out. That’s rude!” he shouted at them.
The vines drew back, withering into the ground, only a few small shoots hovering above the grass.
“If you’re bored, why don’t you go attack one of those party schools, one of those ones where the kids go to party not study. Make it a little more distinguished-like. They’ll hate it. You’ll have a grand time.”
The vines took his advice and left.
New England never was the same after that.
This is my post for Friday Fictioneers, where every week we get together and post 100 word stories in response to a prompt. Oh, and occasionally have fun doing so, although I’m not supposed to tell you that part.