‘We shall reconvene this meeting at our usual spot tomorrow at noon. As usual tell no one and leave no trails.’
‘What does he mean by ususal spot?’
‘By the celtic tree.’
‘Ohhh!…. What is the celtic tree?’
Exhaling loudly ‘It’s the tree with the giraffe by its side at Sefton park.’
‘We have a giraffe at Sefton park, why has no one told me about it before? Wait are we the only one’s that know? Is it like a private pet? Does it have a ….’
‘Ohh for pits sake, it’s not a real giraffe! The tree has a branch shaped like a giraffe.’ Walking off in anger.
‘Why have you come with a horse rather than your car?’
‘It seemed more appropraite for the rendezvous, don’t you think?’
‘You loon! Everyone would know you took the horse if anyone asked around.’
‘What’s wrong with that? It’s not like we’re going to do anything wrong, are we? Ohh this is so cool the tree actually looks like a giraffe. Not the real deal but cool.’
In response to the writing challenge flash fiction for aspiring writers hosted by Priceless Joy click on the link to visit the blog. The photograph is from Phylor (interesting photo can’t wait to see all the stories it inspires) and the challenge is to write a 100 – 150 words (+/- 25 words) story inspired by it. Do click on the link for other stories.