“Hey, watchyer doing, moving that sign?” Brock was only a little chap, but he wasn’t afraid to stand up to the big-uns.
“What’s it to you. I’m moving it, yea,” the big-un said.
“But-but-but-but…”
“Yea?”
“How’s people to know where they’re going?”
“Who needs to know?”
“Peoples who’s using this path.”
“And where’s the path lead?”
“Well-well-well, down yonder.”
“And nowhere other?” asked the big-un, a rag taken out to polish his horns.
“Not as I know.”
“Then they don’t need a sign, do they. No, I’m taking this to where it’ll be better used.”
“Where’s that…if you don’t mind me asking?” asked little Brock.
“Down the back lane to hell.”
crispina kemp 
Aww, quiet the dilemma.
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Well, I’m not sure I want to take the Back Lane to Hell. If I’m going there, I’ll go by the main road!
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Cool!
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🙂
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I say the big-un can take his sign. I would like to know if that were the path I were taking 😉
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Not if you carry straight on, the way you were going
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Oh dear. Well then… consider me warned. 🙂
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🙂
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I quite liked this, gave me a chuckle!
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My intention, as ever
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Well that was a twist, great take on the prompt, it worked superbly 🙂
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Thank you. I take these photos. I choose which ones to use. But it’s not till later I find what to write. It often comes as a huge surprise to me
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My caption might be “Wrong Way”
I’ll try harder next week!
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That’s pretty good as a life lesson
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