I’m on a distinctly morbid streak at present. This nasty little piece is for Sonya’s Three Line Tales prompt.
photo by Andrew Neel via Unsplash
“No, you can’t go play by the stream on your own and you know why,” their mother said emphatically. “It’s not safe.”
The two little girls played up in their room in a desultory fashion all afternoon as the sun shifted from one window to the other, and when it finally departed altogether, they opened the east window and let in their friend.
When their mother called them down to supper, only the wind answered, playing with the explorers’ banner they would never use.