‘It’s a chair.’ He said.
‘Yep, that it is.’ She agreed.
‘Why?’ He asked.
‘Why not?’ She smiled back.
Sigh. ‘You’re not making any sense here, Love.’
‘I just want to get my feet wet, that’s all.’ She explained.
He looked down at her in his arms. The stumps of her knees kicked into the air with excitement. How could he refuse.
‘Okay, Love, here you go.’ He swung her into the chair as he shook his head.
She kicked her stumps and laughed with unbridled joy as he splashed water onto her invisible feet.
This has been joyfully written for Friday Fictioneers, a group of crazy writers who, along with our hostess Rochelle Wisoff-Fields gather weekly to write 100 word stories to inspire and amuse, even scare the daylights out of each other. If you’ve enjoyed this little write, why not come out and read more, or better yet, submit your own story. All you need to do is follow this link, then click on the blue frog… https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2017/02/08/10-february-2017/comment-page-1/#comment-38057