Whack,whack,Crraack! It was a game. Chestnuts on a knotted leather string.
Placing your chestnut in a shallow hole, you took turns swinging one at the other, until one broke.
With each victory, chestnuts became one year older. Ralphie smirked as my chestnut shattered like a banana fresh out of liquid nitrogen. Affectionately kissing his petrified tree nut. “20 years old”!
Just past the wrought iron fence, JACKPOT! The grandfather of chestnut trees, Sigh,,,pulling myself over I slipped,my puffy coat snagging on a spike, left me hanging upside down.
“Looking for these? said Ralphie, holding a handful of chestnuts.
Written for Rochelle Wisoff’s Friday Fictioneers 100 word fiction based on the photo prompt below. Rochelle thank you for hosting.
PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll
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