One of the shadows moved. “Were you just going to chuck it in there with no thought for the poor folks on the other side?” Flip’s voice drawled out. It was a deep voice and it made my heart skip a beat. He moved away from the trees and came to stand in front of me. “Some hard-working fellow is plowing his field and then – whop! Out of nowhere, a poisoned apple flies out and hits him upside the head.” He clucked his tongue reproachfully.
Yes! A lot of the time, the picture is only in my head, but there's been several times when I've found an actual picture, as well. I love pictures. I hoard them, my laptop is full of them to the point where I'm clearing them off into Google Drive just so my PC isn't overloaded.
ReplyDeleteThat picture, for example. It's beautiful. (Though most of my pictures are funny, faces, or scenery.)
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