Friday, December 1, 2017

Flash Fiction




As the boy plays in the wet leaves,
         
He finds a tree with peas on it,
The peas start to slowly open,
 
The little balls start to roll out.
As the boy lays down trying to find the peas,
He finds little rocks instead,
So he put the rocks in the pea blanket instead of the peas.

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