I’m back this week, Friday Fictioneering courtesty of http://madison-woods.com/photo-prompt-for-the-fridayfictioneers-11/>Madison Woods, who hosts this weekly event.
Todays photo prompt is copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields and the usual conditions apply.
Crit is welcome as I’m getting a little braver now you have all been so nice to me, and I need to build up my fiction muscles.
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Late Getting Home
Her cat, Henry, sat on the path looking resentful as she shut the gate. His mood wasn’t surprising, as she was late with his dinner.
She headed up the path with light steps. The spiders’ webs on the shaggy privet hedge, already heavy with dew, glistened in the moonlight.
She couldn’t help being late. It had been impossible to resist on such a serene, clear evening. She laughed as she wondered where the myth had come from that you needed a broomstick to fly. The views over the city had been simply stunning this evening.