This adventure is being written for Friday Fictioneers , hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.
” Look there Sicily!! Isn’t that peculiar?” Bernadette motioned to the tractor, overloaded with hay bushels .
” It surely is, now!” she slowly added with a hint of curiosity in her tone.
“Sic, not this time! Let’s stay out of destiny’s way!” Nadet suggested, as she took her best friend’s arm.
“WHAT?? Really? What fun would that be?”
” The kind where we come out alive?” Bernadette snapped back!
“When did we begin worrying about death? I have plenty of spare lives yet to use!” Sicily commented as she faced Nadet.
“I’m 154 years old! I have reached the golden years of living!” The fear settled in her eyes.
After a warm embrace of understanding, the two ladies walked through the cobblestone wall and disappeared.
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Nova Namastè
