My goodness Rochelle I missed the lesson last week and I felt Ive let not just myself down, but also the whole team down, such are my delusions of grandeur! So I apologise and today I am having another crack.
So thanks to Jean L. Hays for the apocalyptic photo and thanks to Rochelle for keeping this train rolling.
On my Marks,
“Woodcutter and Son” sounded mighty grand as they set about managing the forest’s flora and fauna together.
Until, that was, the woodcutter fell in love with Snow White; risen from her fairytale slumber and divorced from that Philandering Prince, absolutely not, Charming.
One morning he’d found some pickled apples in the larder mixed them with chutney and cheese only to find himself soporific and then in a deep torpor.
Years later he awoke to find his beautiful forest raped, the animals vanished and his son nowhere to be seen. The air was deathly still and his house a roofless wreck.
100 words, Boom!! Hope you enjoy it.