“Come quick, Maggie. I told you they were still around.”
“Where, Grandpa, where? I don’t see anything.”
“You have to look really close, across the field, near the far corner.”
“I don’t see anything! Show me, show me. I don’t want to miss it. Summer’s almost over and you said you have only seen them in August.”
“Oh, there were a few in September, once.”
“I still can’t see it.”
“It’s over there, beside the willow bush.”
“Grandpa! That’s a cob of corn!”
“Yup, I told you, a uni-corn. One cob of corn left to harvest.”
“Oh, Grandpa…”
“Where, Grandpa, where? I don’t see anything.”
“You have to look really close, across the field, near the far corner.”
“I don’t see anything! Show me, show me. I don’t want to miss it. Summer’s almost over and you said you have only seen them in August.”
“Oh, there were a few in September, once.”
“I still can’t see it.”
“It’s over there, beside the willow bush.”
“Grandpa! That’s a cob of corn!”
“Yup, I told you, a uni-corn. One cob of corn left to harvest.”
“Oh, Grandpa…”
Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Prompt - February 22, 2018 - Write a story about a unicorn.
Ann Edall-Robson
Author, Photographer, Lover of Life
"Capturing moments others may never get to experience.” here to edit.
Author, Photographer, Lover of Life
"Capturing moments others may never get to experience.” here to edit.
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