Photo Prompt: © Madison Woods
Simone went berry picking with her cousin who had been after her for a week. She finally gave in. It had been the first time in five years she had ventured into these woods. Nicole was nattering about mon oncle Ovid and his eccentric ways. Simone half listened, dodging gnats and wishing she were home with a good book. Suddenly she heard Nicole call out to her. “Look there’s a pond here. Viens vite!” Simone got to the other side of the bushes and stopped suddenly noticing the tree by the pond, where she’d lost her son.
© Cheryl-Lynn 2014/06/27