“I come here quite often,” said Evan, leading George beside the old wooden gazebo.
“To relax?” said George.
“To ponder,” shrugged Evan. “And consider the Universe.
“A good a spot to think, I suppose.”
Evan pointed down at the mushrooms growing nearby. “You might avoid those, though.”
George peered over the circular lenses of his dark glasses. “Why? They look perfectly ordinary.”
Evan smirked. “Yes, but they aren’t. A tiny dab in your mouth produces curious visual anomalies.”
George swiveled his horse’s head toward Evan. The purple polka dots on his pink fur quivered. “How do you know so much?”
Each week, the Friday Fictioneers join together to expand their minds (without assistance, mind you… ) and write flash fiction stories based upon a writer-supplied photo prompt. This week’s pic was provided by Erin Leary. Look here for more stories based upon Erin’s pic above: https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2015/03/04/6-march-2015/