The ground has sunken in front of the willow tree behind our house – soil always moist.
Parents say it’s our septic system but how many groundhogs did our old German Shepherd bury underneath the tangled web of lavender bushes and dogwood trees?
Still waters run deep. My tumultuous thoughts churn like butter. My warning sign awaits for your reading before diving in.
Written as part of a challenge called 3line tales, details are available at, … 7 more words
For Sue Vincent’s #writephoto prompt. No matter what kind of photo Sue chooses, the story always seems to come out sinister. I’m beginning to wonder if there’s something I ought to be worrying about. 216 more words