Rochelle is our hostess for Friday Fictioneers and you can find out how to join in here.
This week she has chosen a picture from Dale Rogerson. Thanks ladies.
Rose and Ferne would hardly call themselves friends, but now found themselves
sharing limited space.
Rose, being taller, could see out of the window, whereas the shorter and more stocky
Ferne had no idea what lay beyond the couch.
Knowing that Ferne would wither and die before she did, Rose described a beautiful garden full of colour with trees, flowers and birds. Ferne sighed wishing to be outside feeling the breeze through her fronds, but at least she wouldn’t die alone.