Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly challenge presented by my old friend Al Forbes.
The idea is to write a short story (200 word max) inspired by what you see in his picture (below).
This week’s serene shot of bucolic bliss makes me think happy thoughts for a change.
Click on this link to enter your tale, and see what others have written.
My name is Petal.
I have a little black bunny.
Her name is Snowy.
Mummy says that is a funny name for a black bunny, but I like it.
My last bunny was called Snowy, and I cried for years and years when she died.
So that is why this Snowy is called Snowy too.
The first Snowy ran away because I left the door to her hutch open.
Then she got squished by a car.
That was my fault, so I was very sad.
But I am five now, well nearly, so I am much more responsible.
Daddy taught me that word, it is quite grown up, isn’t it!
I am worried about Snowy today.
She is not eating at all.
And that is a shame, because I tried so hard to make her happy.
I thought she looked a bit sad this morning, so I took her to Mummy’s little work room.
We found some very pretty pink thread.
And I sewed her a lovely new smile.