Friday Fictioneers: So . . .?
Don’t mean to be rude. This week’s photo prompt didn’t inspire me. Rochelle’s frog from late week did. I couldn’t get it out of my head so here it is.
She offered to kiss him and make him a prince.
He would be ruler over a kingdom with subjects to obey his every word.
He would have gold and jewels to buy anything he wanted.
He would have an army to lead into battle.
And he would have a castle to live in with servants to tend to his every need.
The frog thought about his pond, his lily pads, the mosquitoes and flies he eats, and said, “No thank you. I like things the way there are.”
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