For the second week in a row I am participating in Friday Fictioneers. (Could I be starting a new habit? ) For those of you who don’t know about this weekly challenge, click on the link to read more and find information on how to take part or read other how others interpreted the photo.
“What is that, Mom?” Griffin asked, his hand squeezing mine.
I thought about how best to explain what had occurred within the last two decades, but fitting for a four year-old. He had to know because this would be his world.
“Scientists are working very hard to uh,” I wondered if I could lie to my son about the experiments.
“He’s kind of cute,” Griffin dragged his long, furry, paprika colored arm over the fence.
“Stop!” I said, rushing toward him, afraid of what that beast might do.
Griffin stroked his trunk. The creature trumpeted. Smiling, Griffin smacked his lips.
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