Halfway down the hill was a small clearing, set like a saucer. The local parents knew of it because most of them had been there in their teens, to puff a prohibited cigarette, or for a bit of necking and furtive fumbling.
Nowadays, parents and police alike, wondered what the town’s teens were doing up there, but the trees still grew thick.
Last week, a torrential downpour had spilled water over the edge, causing a minor flood and scouring out the dell.
Now the evidence lay in plain sight at the base. Not exactly Sodom and Gomorra. What to do??!
Go to Rochelle’s Addicted to Purple site and use her Wednesday photo as a prompt to write a complete 100 word story