It was incredibly hot. Rose carried her baskets along the sandy path. Her feet ached, the sand was incredibly hot. Her great-aunt insisted on her picking berries and carrying them home for inspection. If her great-aunt was not pleased, she caned Rose. I was always nearby, disgusted by what I had to see.
Still a mile from home, Rose heard a cry: “My hat!” She turned and saw a hat, tumbling toward the sea. Without thinking, Rose put down her baskets, ran across the beach and caught the hat. She returned the hat to its owner. The lady thanked her and exclaimed: “Your poor feet! Where are your shoes?”
“Great-aunt Theresa says, I am not to wear shoes when picking berries.”
The lady laid her hand on Rose’s back. Rose winced at the touch. “Let me see your back!”
Rose didn’t need to go back. Her new family loved her.
Thanks to this case I earned my wings.
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This was my contribution for “Flash! Friday-Vol 2 – 27“.
These were the requirements:
***Today’s Dragon’s Bidding (required element to incorporate somewhere in your story; does not need to be the exact word unless instructed to do so, e.g. “include the word “bog’”):
***Today’s Prompt:
In a small compass... 