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Six Sentence Story: Sink

I've been blog-negligent this week, but am procrastinating working on taxes to do some writing.  :-)  Linking up with Six Sentence Stories.  This week's prompt:  Sink.

The children, undeterred by the grey skies, met in the "back back" yard, where the barbed wire and electric wire fence delineated the property line and the pasture.  Perhaps the pussy willows would be ready to pick, or perhaps the friendly cows would wrap their rough tongues around proffered greens.  One brave child conducted the time-honored experiment, touching a single blade of grass to the electric wire; all were relieved to know that the adventure was a "go."  The barbed wires were gingerly spread apart to allow the little explorers passage.  As the last child stepped forward to cross, her foot came, but her boot remained firmly stuck in the mud.  The exploration mission was aborted, and the rescue mission began.  


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Thanks for adventures!

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  1. I can see this... good visual writing.

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  2. This was a delightful story of the simply fun adventures of childhood. My cousins lived on farms, and going to visit them was always a great time filled with activities we didn't have in the small town where I lived. Ahh yes, a boot stuck in the mud, things are about to get messy! :-)

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  3. Oh my goodness, this took me right back to my childhood in a farming village when braving eleccric fences was seen as a right of passage on our journey to adulthood! This piece is simply delightful.

    Click to read my six!

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  4. Wonderful story. Children seem to have the ability to create their own adventure and often times that adventure leads to more important things like getting rescued and that in itself is an adventure that will stay in their minds for a very long time.

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  5. I'm trying to figure out if this is based on your own childhood or your kids' childhood. It could easily be from either. Very well written, Kristi.

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  6. Ah, images of simpler days...the adventure of childhood. Love it.

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