© John Nixon
A man took a stroll through a deep, dark wood to find a creature he had heard about from his little one.
“If I look hard enough, I might also stumble upon the gruffalo’s child,” he mused silently to himself. It would be akin to meeting a celebrity; what would he say?
Over the branches, under the branches, weaving in and out of knotted stumps. The woody smell of bark and ‘crunch’ of his footsteps filling the air.
But he was in the wrong place. This wood was too light and bright. No matter, he could use his imagination instead.
(100 words)
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Main picture source: via FridayFictioneers
with Rochelle Wiseoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers prompt
Please do feel free to comment but likewise, please do note that I would prefer not to receive constructive criticism.
(This time anyway…)
Thanks in advance…
Carol Cameleon
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VirtuallyAllSorts 
Imagination is free and makes life far more exciting, doesn’t it? 🙂
Yes indeed it does!
I love the “the woody smell of bark and ‘crunch’” ! Good imagery – Nan
Thank you.
Dear Carol,
Welcome to Friday Fictioneers where imagination runs rampant. Nice imagery in your story.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thank you 🙂
Hurrah for imagination! Welcome, Carol. I imagine you’ll be writing more. 🙂
janet
Thank you… I imagine I will 😉
Haha yes hurray for imagination 🙂 i hope to see what you have for the AtoZ challenge 🙂
Catch up with you through the course of the challenge 🙂
Imagination can take us all sorts of places and help us meet all kinds of people and creatures. It’s magic!
A magical imagination – twice the fun and scope 😉
Exactly!
Wow, flash comment for a flash fiction post. Thank you 😉
Haha, you’re welcome. 😀