A man took a stroll through a deep dark wood…


© John Nixon


A man took a stroll through a deep, dark wood to find a creature he had heard about from his little one.

“If I look hard enough, I might also stumble upon the gruffalo’s child,” he mused silently to himself.  It would be akin to meeting a celebrity; what would he say?

Over the branches, under the branches, weaving in and out of knotted stumps.  The woody smell of bark and ‘crunch’ of his footsteps filling the air.

But he was in the wrong place.  This wood was too light and bright.  No matter, he could use his imagination instead.

(100 words)


Main picture source: via FridayFictioneers


with Rochelle Wiseoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers prompt

Please do feel free to comment but likewise, please do note that I would prefer not to receive constructive criticism.  

(This time anyway…)

Thanks in advance…

Carol Cameleon




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