Four Leaf Clover

[In honor of St. Patrick’s Day, I thought I’d repost this story. It’s one of the first I wrote when I started this blog. Hope you like it.]

The Well of Fiction


The warm sunshine beamed down on the little girl in the pretty dress. She knelt on the ground at the edge of a small hill in her backyard. Her hands deftly moved through the long grasses as she plucked bits of green up with her fingers. She examined her find and then discarded it with a simple “Nope” coming from her mouth. She kept repeating this process.

“Caitlin, time for lunch!” her mother called to her from the doorway of her house. The little girl looked down and her eye spotted the object of her search.

“Coming mommy!” she yelled back over her shoulder.

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