It rained hard last night. I knew the school-bound path will be muddy.
My old black shoes, with soles barely sticking together, are as scared as me. I know I am clumsy, and it won’t be surprising if I fall on this lily-pad-and-water-spinach-covered pond, again. It would actually be my twelfth, just in case!
Slowly, I walked. Every step calculated. Every stride carefully executed.
For a second, I looked up and (holy cow!) saw her looking at me. She smiled, her gloriously beautiful endearing smile! Captured, enchanted, floored, oh, she’s been my crush since Grade 3!
I heard my shoes squeak against the muddy path, my feet and my arms fly out, and the next thing I knew I am flat out deep in the pond!
Twelve, it is!
Word count: 130
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Photo credit: Erin Leary
In response to Friday Fictioneers prompt.
Friday Fictioneers s a weekly writing challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields where a photo is used as a prompt for a piece of fiction.
I saw your post, Maria, and after that I decided to join! 😀 Thank you! ❤