Here are my hundred words based on the picture at this week's Friday Fictioneers. Thanks once again Rochelle.
I was leaning out of my bedroom window. It was very late, gone eight o’clock.
‘Hello Mister Moon’ I said. ‘Hello Little Miss Sunshine’ it replied.
‘I can hardly see you' I said ‘because of all those clouds’
‘Then blow them away’ he said.
So I blew and blew, and a huge hole appeared. He smiled then he was gone again.
Magic often happened when we were kids didn’t it? We believed anything; at least I did.
Years later Mum said that Mr Moon was actually Mr Jones from next door who was in his garden.
I’m not sure I believe her though.Add yours and read theirs!