It is Wednesday again, it is hot, and there is another photo prompt for the Friday Fictioneers, graciously hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. You will find all the stories when you click on the Froggy. Please read, comment, and if you like, join the fun. Everyone is welcome.
Mum’s Pride and Joy
“This car there, it stares at me. Let me go. I’m off.”
Kari ran. She had felt uncomfortable on the old junkyard right from the beginning. These half-buried, graffiti-ed cars gave her the creeps.
“But Baby…” Dustin stared after her.
“That was a disappointment,” a low voice rumbled.
“You try next time.” Dustin sat down among the three cars.
“Stupid girl, she won’t find more beautiful trolls than my sons on this side of the atlantic.”
Mum was always so supportive. Dustin smiled and morphed back into his natural car form. Modern trolls don’t need rocks to feel at home.
"Look at them," troll mother said. "Look at my sons! You won't find more beautiful trolls on this side of the moon."