VISTA
It’s tough, being only nine years old. He finally reached the broken branch, lodged in the crotch.
Quickly climbing, he made it to the topmost branches of the tallest tree in town, situated atop the highest hill. From here, he could see his entire little town. He could see the tiny cars, and the miniature people walking.
He could see the lake, and the lighthouse on the dock. He could see the town hall clock, which said 11:55 AM. Turning in the other direction, he could see his mother at his front door. Better get down, it’s time for lunch.
Go to Rochelle’s Addicted to Purple site. Use her Wednesday picture as a prompt to write a complete 100 word story.
Archon's Den 
This reminds me of happy summer holidays! He seems a carefree sort of lad. Fun and then back home for lunch.
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Fun’s fun, but lunch is tasty – and Mom’s insistent. 🙂
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I really like the miniature people phrase.
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Nowadays, every decent-sized city has their “tower”, and folks can see their own *miniature* people, but I was doing that years ago. 😯
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Lovely. And mums lunch will always exert a strong pull.
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Thanx for the read and comment. My mum was a “Mom.” Is/was yours British? 😕
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It’s so true that being at the top of a tree or something high lends a different perspective to things, especially when you’re only nine. Feels just like something a nine-year-old would do and feel.
janet
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The then-nine-year-old me did, and felt, just that. I’ve searched out different perspectives my entire life. The Argus eyes of the many writers in this exercise show how one thing can seem to have many aspects. 🙂
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All that work climbing up just to have to climb back down again…
This was comforting…
Ellespeth
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If they forced you to do it, and even offered to pay you, it would be work, but if you do it of your own volition….it’s just fun.
This was intended to be a refreshing dip in the pool of nostalgia. 😆
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Archon, That was a lovely look back at childhood. We sometimes forget how we saw things at that age. If I were to revisit my childhood home it would no doubt.seem much smaller to me. Well written. 🙂 —Susan
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As I continue to age, I’m sure I’m losing certain memories – though, how would I know? This one however, was crystal clear. 🙂 Thanx.
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Dear Grump Old Man, I think your story is so cute! I remember climbing in trees as a young girl and it was so exciting- you could see everything! Good job – you’re not grumpy – you’re great! Nan 🙂
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With all these compliments and appreciation, I may have to order in another barrel of Grumpy Sauce. Thanx. 🙂
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[…] is the expanded version of a thought which recently triggered a 100 word story on the Flash Fiction stage, along with some observations, feelings, and pretty pictures. Much of this has previously […]
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Ah, the joy of the topmost branches…
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Do they have trees in Kansas? 😉
Sorry about the missing photos in the ‘Old Stuff’ post. Apparently the link is broken. I assume that you figured out it was an old hand grinder. 🙂
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