Time again for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. So grateful to PJ for hosting this weekly challenge. This week’s photo prompt is provided by any1mark66. Thank you Mark! Please follow little froggy for more stories.
Here is the photo and my story:
Around the time my brother was into coding everything, a phase during one late Fall that didn’t last long, I had a slumber party. I, and most of the girls attending, had recently celebrated ‘Sweet Sixteen”. We were primed for almost anything life had to offer, and often went looking for offers.
This night, though, inside the large camping tent my dad had pitched for us in our backyard, something magical was about to happen.
I’d snatched a cryptic drawing from my brother’s room. (I mean, he reads my diary and I snatch his cryptic drawings. OK?) The group of us, encased in the golden glow of some techy lantern dad had put in the tent, reflected quite earnestly upon the drawing.
“This could be a special code,” someone said.
And we all agreed it could be just that, but we never did agree upon the actual code.