draliman on life

Here is my post for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was submitted by C.E. Ayr.

I was initially stumped, then I decided to write a fun little story and then halfway through it all went a bit dark :-(.

To read this week’s other stories, click on the blue froggy.

Copyright C.E. Ayr

Richie eased himself to the ground and stared at the reflections in the duck pond. He retrieved a small bag of bread and began throwing in crumbs, just because.

There hadn’t actually been any ducks in the pond since he’d gotten that air rifle six Christmases ago.

Bubbles rose to the surface, followed by a large sports bag. Huffing, he unzipped the bag, dropped in another rock and watched in satisfaction as the bag sank – properly this time.

Ducks had been fun, but he was all grown up now and animals just weren’t enough anymore.