100 Words: Life from Death

The first time I walked to the shop instead of using the car I saw a squirrel standing on the top of a fence taking seeds from the centre of a sunflower and eating them from its tiny hands.

I stood transfixed, watching this intimate and tiny wonder all alone.  Just me on Church Landway amazed by what I was witnessing.

I never looked back, I never fixed the car.  

Now it has bloomed into life, just as I have by walking and taking public transport: meeting people and seeing things that would not be possible while driving the car.

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Written for Friday Fictioneers from the following picture prompt (see here for other stories): 

PHOTO PROMPT © Fleur Lind

100 Words: Grow vines to bypass the walls

Traditions that became ever more iron clad built walls throughout the town keeping its communities apart.  Separation bred hatred and hatred threw stones that injured, maimed and killed indiscriminately.

And so it went on until a watercan, left accidentally on a wall, periodically filled with water and seeds before spilling them onto the ground.

Great vines grew over the walls and curious youngsters began to climb.  Children began to play together, share sweets and be welcomed in for lunch where more and more similarities were found.

New traditions began to grow and word began to spread.

And the walls fell.

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Written for Friday Fictioneers from the following picture prompt (see here for other stories): 

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot