I wandered around the facility where my art quilt class was held and walked past this outdoor fireplace. It was still too hot for it to be lit, but I can imagine how much fun it will be in colder weather.

I wandered around the facility where my art quilt class was held and walked past this outdoor fireplace. It was still too hot for it to be lit, but I can imagine how much fun it will be in colder weather.

Abby likes to sleep on her back with her feet up in the air. It doesn’t look comfortable to me, but what do I know. I try to sneak up on her for a photograph but no matter how quiet I think I am, she hears me and turns over. Here she is stretching, after one of my failed efforts at being really, really quiet.

A frog made from rock, sitting on a rock.

I saw some snail shells and decided to photograph them. It was only when I looked through my camera lens that I saw there were snails still in the shells!

This snail was moving so fast, it blurred the photo! (Okay, it was probably camera operator error (me!), but still!)

Zoom! Zoom! Zoom!
The Friday Fictioneer Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo. Mine is just a wee bit late this week, as I was out and about for several days on a field trip.

Photo copyright CE Ayr
The Boy Next Door
“I don’t like him coming here.” Jiang looked out the window at his garden, his pride and joy.
A new family had moved in next door and their son, Ying, roamed about the neighborhood, causing mischief.
“He’ll find playmates and then we won’t see him at all.” Kwan kissed her husband. “Time to go.”
Kwan and Jiang returned home late from the festivities. The morning’s light showed the trees’ reflection on the still water, something Jiang had never seen before.
In disbelief, he rushed outside, splashing about, wondering just how the creek’s water had been diverted to his garden.
“YING!”
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To read other Friday Fictioneer stories based on this photo, select the smiley blue frog.