[At our writers' group Christmas party we did a little writing. We each started a story and then the each paper was passed to the next person. Each added a few lines after only reading what the writer before them wrote, but not what all had written before them. We enjoyed the laughs that followed in trying to read them all. This is mine...or at least the first paragraph.]
The flowers bloomed beneath her window. A bumble bee fluttered from blossom to blossom. Sally reached her chubby hand toward the yellow daisy, but the bee flew away.
Please, don’t go.” She sobbed “I wanted to play with you. I don’t have anyone to play with.”
Friendless, she continued to search the garden for a companion. A butterfly flitted nearby, but was too fast to catch.