Once upon a time there was a single mom and her son. Every day they’d go out for walks together. Though most times they’d stop at friends’ one day they decided to take a longer walk around the lake. This led to excursions down side roads taking them away from the lake into lush, peacefully silent wooded areas. They found a dirt road and as they followed along came upon a small cemetery of unusually ornate, old headstones. One seemed to call to her. Unimpressed the boy wanted to keep going.
“But my poor old feet” mom said. “Let’s rest here and have a picnic.”
100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups – Week#153
The prompt this week is:
“…but my poor old feet…”