This week’s photo prompt is provided by TJ Paris. Thank you TJ!
Miranda laid back on the grassy Hill looked up at the sky. She fished the piece of hay from her jeans pocket and inserted the end into her mouth so she could start chewing.
In the past, she had spent many hours lying in this particular spot on the farm. She could distinctly remember hating the windmill blocking her view of the sky. Miranda had wanted to be just a little bit older so that her father would allow her to lie just that bit further away so that she could watch the clouds.
As she stared up at the windmill she found she no longer hated the overbearing shadow. In fact, she would give absolutely anything to return to her childhood days where there was no responsibility. Back then she had been able to dream.
“Mum!” The scream ripped her from her thoughts. “Bobby is throwing mud at me again. Do something!”
How she missed the carefree nature of sitting beneath the windmill shadow. With a sigh, she stood up. “Coming.”
Written for flash fiction for aspiring writers
AngieTrafford 
Nice story.
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Am glad that you enjoyed it. Thanks for reading.
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Great story. I really liked the way it was so easy to relate to. Take care Cally.
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I think we all would like to be children again! Thanks for reading.
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I like it Angie, yes the carefree nature of being a child again.
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Glad you enjoyed it.Thanks for reading.
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Nice nostalgic story Angie. We don’t realize how carefree being a child was until childhood has long passed. Well written.
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True that! Thanks for reading.
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What a great generational story!!
@Samantha/samratkel from
Shadow Realities
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Thanks for reading, glad you enjoyed it!
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Great story. It’s so nice to be able to reflect back to the days of our childhood, but reality sets in and you have to return to it. It’s possible that her children will have some special memories of that place also.
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Loved the twist at the end. I thought she was reminiscing about her childhood and it turned out it was her own child calling out to her! Loved it, Angie!
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I am so happy that you like the idea of the visual appearing in my head when I looked at the picture 🙂 thank you for reading and hosting.
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Wonderful story and oh, so true.
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I’d love to be a child again. Thanks for reading.
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Great story, Angie. We all wish to be carefree quite often I suppose 🙂
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I think we all do at times. Thanks for reading.
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Beautiful memories.
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I am so glad that you enjoyed the story, thanks for reading.
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My pleasure 🙂
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