Their Perfect Mess

 

“Come see!” Charlie sprinted, pulling on Claudia’s hand so hard she almost fell.

“Slow down!” She may be older, but her short legs were no match to his flamingo limbs.

“Sorry…”, Charlie curbed his speed a smidge.

He led her around the back of Old Theresa’s abandoned house and through the broken fence. “See?!”

Claudia gawped. It was messy. It was overgrown with weeds and junk. It was perfect!

She hugged herself with excitement. She missed having a backyard. Nature. There was none in the orphanage.

“We’ll retie the net for shade. Bring stuff. Make it our secret breathing space!”

 

 

 

For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers

Photo prompt: © Fleur Lind

 

40 thoughts on “Their Perfect Mess

    • I think we’re ‘programmed’ to need some space. However and wherever we find it … and some of us yearn for the kind of spaces we loved or grew up with or didn’t have but saw were possible. Yay to the power of imagery and of transporting ourselves, via actual space or mind space, to where we have some space …

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