Leonard woke and rubbed his head. A few too many last night at the annual Spring Harvest festival. He should have steered clear of the cider.
He put his hand in his pocket to find his watch missing. He must have dropped it on the way home last night.
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Emily looked at the huge metal disc lodged in her front garden. Every minute the huge arm ticked round with a mighty clang. She would have to get in touch with the local council to have it removed.
‘Every year the same,’ she muttered, sweeping the garden path. ‘Pesky giants.’
Written as part of the Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (more details HERE). The idea is to write a short story of 100 words based on the photo prompt (above).
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IAIN KELLY 
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