I remember it as though it happened yesterday.
It was my seventh birthday and dad had stuck a donkey on the wall.
We’d laughed when Jimmy pinned the tail on the left leg.
Then it was my go. When I finally stuck that tail onto the donkey nobody laughed, so I thought I’d done OK. Funny thing was, nobody clapped or cheered either.
When I took that blindfold off and turned around there was not a person in sight.
I’ve been travelling these roads for nigh on two years now – so far I’ve yet to come across another living soul.
A 100-word story for this week’s photo prompt at Friday Fictioneers.
Photo courtesy of – J Hardy Carroll
Categories: 100-Word Stories
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