Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers challenge this week is prompted by this quirky image. Are you inspired to write 100 words ?
They arrived at dawn, slithering softly into the dewy grass. The pale rays of the rising sun lit up the scales on the skin of their copper-green bodies, their tiny hands splayed out. Their darting beady eyes took in the trees, the foliage, the damp nooks and crannies good for camouflage.
‘We have reached this island our new sanctuary, we will be safe from harm here. I sense we will be protected from destructive forces now we colonised this island’ said the Crested One. ‘We have reached a place where our uniqueness is recognised’.