Bobby was warm, but stiff in his snow gear. Dad walked with him to the holly bushes jutting from the snow along the back fence. Red berries were all over them. All kinds of birds ate the berries. “Any closer and we’ll scare the birds.”
“We care for nature, son, and she’ll care for us.”
I’m slowly staggering back to the world of Flash Fiction after the holidays. Here’s what I came up with for Lisa McCourt Hollar‘s #55WordChallenge this week. It feels good to be getting back to writing. Go read all the entries in this week’s challenge. If you find one you like, leave a comment.