Thursday photo prompt: Dream #writephoto
For visually challenged writers, the image shows a pale pathway meandering through a field of purple heather towards the green of distant hills.
Wild Purple Fields
By Tessa Dean July 2020
“Hey Michael, how far do you think it is till we hit our campsite,” Billy wanted to know.
“I don’t know, Billy, the green forest looks pretty far away from here.”
They stood at the beginning of a long path through the purple heather that led to the distant green hills where they and their father were planning on setting up camp. They had run ahead of their father and were waiting for him to catch up. He was slowly huffing and puffing his way towards them.
“Wait up, guys. I can’t keep up with you. You have to slow down. We have all afternoon and part of the evening to get to the campsite.
“Hey, Dad,” Mike asks, “can we race to the edge of the heather and wait for you there?”
“Look, Mike, that is a lot further away than it looks, and I don’t want you guys that far away from me. There are wild animals up here, and you aren’t old enough to fight them off. Please slow down and wait for me,” Ronald pleads with them.
“Aw, Dad, please,” Mike asks again.
“I said, NO!” Both boys pout and sit down to wait for their father to get his breathing under control. This hike to the campground was going to take forever.
A snake crawls out of the heather and heads across their path to the other side. Both boys scream, scrambling to get away from the snake.
“Stay still,” Ronald shouts at the boys, drawing his gun out of the holster. Both boys stop, eyeing the snake warily. Ronald aims and hits the snake, killing it.
“Come here, boys, it’s dead. It can’t hurt you now. Look how big it is.”
Billy starts to cry and pleads with his dad to take them home. He is no longer interested in camping. Ronald hugs him, and then Mike. Mike also pleads to go home.
Ronald can’t blame them. The snake scared him too, and he didn’t fancy running into another one. They were lucky this time, but he didn’t want to take chances. It was bad enough the boys would probably dream about snakes tonight.
With an arm around each boy, they head home.
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