#WritePhoto – Way-Stone

Sue’s #WritePhoto Prompt this week:

“Damn it, Jack! I think we’re lost. Like, good and proper lost.” Jill glanced down at her mobile, which was giving her the heartening news that there was most definitely no signal out here.

“‘S all right, Jilly babe. It’s not like we don’t know this area. Been playing in these woods all our lives. I know its been a while, but give me a moment, I’ll get my bearings, then we’ll be out before you know it.”

“Jack, I can barely remember what I ate for dinner last night, and you think I’m going to remember where we used to hang out fifteen years ago? Give me a break! It’s getting dark too. You know I don’t like the dark!”

“Hang on, hang on. I recognise that tree. Do you remember, we used to climb up here and hide from the others?” Jack turned to the left slightly. “And there’s the We-hey Stone!”

“Way-stone, you mean?”

“Nah, the We-hey stone! That’s what the lads used to call it, anyway. Said it was a great place to bring the girls, a solid place to lean them back against, and, you know… We-hey!”

“Ew! Shut up! That’s horrible! Like any girl would be impressed by a guy who wants to pin her up against a moss-covered piece of phallic-looking rock?”

Jack moved closer to to the ageing plinth. “I dunno Jill, if you look at the moss over here, it looks pretty worn… if you know what I mean. Seems like it’s still more We-hay than Way, even now.” He winked at her. “Maybe we should, you know, give it a go…”

“I don’t think so! Now, which way? I want to get back to the house. It’s getting cold.”

Jack stuck his hands in his pockets and grumpily walked back in the direction they had come. “It’s this way. Jeez… I was just trying to inject a little excitement into our reunion…”




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