Camouflaged by green leaves, a troop of soldiers stood silent, ready for battle as their enemy approached unsuspecting, trampling undergrowth, making a din.
"There you are!"
Iridescent wings tensed as bare arms stretched to pick the forbidden treasure which hung tempting, luscious, succulent...
"Eva!"
"Yes, Mummy!"
"Look out for bees!"
Hi everyone, I am new to this community and to HIVE, pleased to make your acquaintance. I am definitely fascinated and, I confess, a little intimidated by the writing I've seen on here, but I hope to make many networking connections. This is my contribution to the #freewritehouse and #zapfic community #zappic50friday prompt: "pick". Thanks for the opportunity and hope to see you around.