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!