Mother sends me to pick up Sam from school. I walk in to the schoolyard as the children are leaving class. There is a beautiful woman in purple standing to the side. She holds a gnarled twig in her hand. As she raises the piece of wood, a little girl yells, “No Mama!” A flick of her wrist, all the children turn in to sheep. I run, grab the twig and take off after the herd. I get in front of them frantically waving the wand.
Sam shakes me. Was I dreaming? “Sam, you’re okay”, I say. Sam replies, “Baaaa”.
Thank you Rochelle for another great Friday Fictioneers picture!
The boy came to a hill and his favorite tree. His world was his own, so were his dreams. He sat in its shade where he would see, How clouds formed to shape his scenes: There came a bear right out of thin air, And a unicorn with a swirly horn, There swam a dolphin with only one fin And a chimpanzee, he could clearly see. He made a wish, then saw two fish, Where another he swore was a dinosaur. Looking to the east, he saw a beast, And a cat all billowy and fat. So what came forth out of the north? A dragon pulling a white wagon, And a giraffe―but only one half. Out of the west formed what he loved best, An elephant with its trunk all bent, And a polliwog that turned into a frog. It was in the shade of that old tree, He…