
Tom grabbed his Mothers hand his eyes as big as saucers. Over his shoulder was a keep net and his three legged seat was planted close to Dad’s big rod where he concentrated on baiting a hook with wriggling maggots. “Mummy,” Tom whispered, “if we catch this one can I just have one fish finger for tea please.”

This is the last photo on my roll, taken at the #RedRoosterfestival and in response to Esme’s prompt #2 To take the last pic on the camera roll and write a short story or rhyme go where the prompt takes you. PressThis to join in or read.
Did you have a funny Story when you were small, leave me something in the comments and I will get right back
Hi Ellen. I tried to leave a comment when you posted but seems like it did not go through as I do not see it unless it went to spam.
Anyway, thank you so much for being a loyal participant at the prompts. Love Tommy and can see his concentration and those maggots.
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Nothing in spam Esme and thank you for your comments
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At least I have figured out the glitch and will not let it happen again. Love to read your blogposts
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Aw so cute! Love the kid stories….such innocence but clever at the back of it all! π
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A tiny one x
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Such a neat story βΊοΈ
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From the logic of children comes the best of the gems.
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Yes indeed, and they are usually quite right π
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