Watermelon for Dessert

I drove up Interstate Highway 35 to visit my friends in Moody, Texas. This is what I saw when I parked at their house.

Watermelon for dessert

The first thing I think is that we are having watermelon for dessert.

The second thing I think is that although the watermelon rinds are discarded, where they are discarded doesn’t look like a compost pile.

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It is not a compost pile. They somehow discovered that the rabbits like to nibble on the watermelon rinds so they put them in a place accessible to the rabbits.

Watermelons: rabbit food. Who knew?

Rabbit at Kay's

The Maze Runner: Fiction Friday

The Friday Fictioneer Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo.

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Photo copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

The Maze Runner

Mario didn’t see the people who passed him. His eyes were full of memories: him chasing his brother Luigi down stone streets, their laughter echoing skyward. They loved surprising each other, popping up from behind, vanishing down an alley seemingly without exit. The maze they called a village held no secrets for them. A day of skinned knees and ragged shoes was a day well-spent.

Luigi was gone now, fighting in the war. Mario discovered life was itself an unmapped maze. With one deep breath he stepped out of the shadows, deciding there was only one direction to go: forward.

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This week the photo is from our host, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Check out her story here.

To read other Friday Fictioneer stories based on this photo, select the smiley blue frog.