“Spin a yarn” they all said. Carol looked around at the group. “Well, so we went camping to the nearby hills. It was beautiful! The vast scenery, the grey mist. We sang songs while kicking stones, seeing whose would go the furtherest. And then…” “What!” Exclaimed everyone, sitting up in anticipation. “And then,” she repeated shrugging her shoulders, “one stone just rolled a little way ahead before grinning at us as it went upright.”
The photo prompt has been given by Danny Bowman at the Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The word prompts have been given by John Masefield at the Sunday Whirligig.
Bernadette Braganza 
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