The young boy scrambled into Kay’s kitchen looking for his friend.
”Larry,” he shouted, “I found the wood you need to make one of your walking sticks just for me!”
The old man rose slowly to his feet and followed the boy outside. They found the cut wood lying in the neighbor’s yard.
”Son,” Larry said, “It takes a strong, young sapling with a grapevine wound around it to make a stick.”
”You mean like this?” the boy asked, as he touched a piece of wood.
Larry watched in amazement as the sapling with the vine rose into the air.
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Photo prompt by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The Write Scribe 