At then end of the road leading out of the village stood an abandoned warehouse.
Copyright – Randy Mazie
A sign on it read No trespassing. An old speaker on top of it repeated hourly a chime and the warning : No trespassing! And it was almost entirely boarded up.
But on top of the only space left in the only incompletely condemned opening, someone had tagged No Trespassing. And the wrought iron grille provided a ladder like access.
So where do you think my friends and I went to play everyday after school? Three useless warnings? We’re 8 years old! What did you expect?
( 100 words / 1 numeral ; title not included. )
The above short story is an entry to a weekly challenge on WordPress called : Friday Fictioneers!
The idea is to write a hundred words short fiction ( flash ) story upon the prompt that is provided by Rochelle under the form of the above picture.
Thanks then to Rochelle whose blog is found here :
http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/friday-fictioneers-2/
http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2013/12/04/6-december-2013/
and I hope my readers will like it.
This week’s collection :
Definitive Lapse of Reason 
Eight-year-olds; might as well put up a blinking neon sign that said “Play here” 😉 Great work!
TYVM Jeremy. Twice in fact as it allowed me to find your harsh but oh, so excellent take on this Friday’s taunt. “Looking for the places where the ragged people go” Only a parent or best friend would to save another? So right on yourself, mate! Tay.
P.S. Amy wasn’t too far off your path either. Thanks to her and my cricket fan buddy Piyush as well! 😉
Viva the rebels. No wall too high!
Indeed Patrick. When in last year of high school, I put out an alternative school journal called Viva Libertad. The poor Dean never found out who dunnit! 😎
This is evidently what they like to call an attractive nuisance. 🙂 Definitely a child-magnet.
janet
When the cat is away the mice will crawl through the cracks and play? 😎
Dear Tay,
Eight year old boys are the curious creatures on the planet. Looks like a perfect clubhouse, doesn’t it? Nice one.
Shalom,
Rochelle
I must still be 8 then? TY ma’am, Tay.
You hit the nail! My childhood proves it. My mates and I used to play in a badly sealed off disused air raid shelter. 🙂
LOL Nicer post war memories of Britain than that Floyd movie huh? Good for your gang, I had to make do with the cemetery below the high rise apartment towers? 😉
Oh to be young again!
… says a twenty-five year-old? How cute, how naive! 😎
Lol well at 33…. it would be nice to take a few years back hahaha
33, really? Then grab that as a compliment and run, now will you? You just lost the age of my character, for Pete’s sake! 😉
Hahaha