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Six Sentence Story: Suspect

Want to try your hand at writing, but feel too overwhelmed to write a novel?  Come join the weekly Six Sentence Stories link-up!  This week's prompt:  Suspect.  


Standing beside his Red Rider wagon, the half-pint tyke didn't realize his guilt.  No stranger to hard work and gardening, he loved to help with the harvest.  How proud everyone would be of his contribution!  The wagon could barely contain all the apples he had gathered; the green Gravensteins would make wonderful applesauce.  He was disappointed when his mother didn't even try to make applesauce with the abundant fruit.  Instead, she perfected the recipe, "Fried Green Tomatoes."

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Thanks for little brothers.  :-)

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  1. Love it! Thanks for this morning's chuckle.

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  2. lol
    (took me a second... but then, I smiled sitting here) so maybe that should be sbbh*)

    *smiled broadly by himself

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  3. Heeheehee! He meant well, didn't he.

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  4. What a laugh this is. Thank heavens for understanding Mothers.

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  5. Ha, ha, Kristi. Great story. I loved the ending. Tykes and other young creatures have an interesting perspective on the world, as they are learning and growing. I guess that's why I loved teaching little ones so much. When the world gives you lemons, make fried green tomatoes.

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