“Mummy mummy, that’s a man!” Amy was excited as she tugged at her mummy’s arm, “look, over there!” she pointed,
“Where?” said her mummy as she looked in the direction of where Amy was pointing, “I can’t see a man Amy.”
Amy tried again, “He’s there, over there!” Amy pointed again, but her mum wasn’t seeing this man anywhere, “he’s got funny green hair!” Amy continued.
“Shh Amy, if there is a man, he might hear you!” Amy’s mum looked again toward where Amy was pointing, frowning and shaking her head she said impatiently, “Amy there is no man, now come on” Amy’s mum pulled Amy in the direction they were walking, embarrassed because she could see I was sat with my dog, Rose on a small rock eating my packed lunch and knowing I could hear them.
Amy kept looking back in the direction of where she had pointed, obviously frustrated and upset that her mum hadn’t listened to her. They quickly disappeared down the path, I could hear Amy crying.
“We can see the man can’t we Rose?” I whispered in Rose’s ear. Rose pricked up her ears and wagged her tail, “If Amy’s mum had just stopped, given her a little time, patience and used a little imagination, then she would’ve seen him too, wouldn’t she Rose?” I shrugged and looked back at the view in front of us, “he does have funny green hair!” I said as I bit into my sandwich.
I wrote this in response to Sue Vincent’s Photo Prompt Writing Challenge Ahead #writephoto