Good Wednesday, my peeps!  It's been a while since I played Friday Fictioneer.  I was inspired by the book I am reading.  A special thank you to Penny Gadd for the use of her photo and to our hostess with the mostest, Rochelle for being there through thick and thin.  Should you wish to play, just click on the frogs below and add the link to your own one-hundred-word story!  G'head! It's fun!

Two green frogs swimming in the water of a little lake, between the water plants. The larger male is following the female during mating time. Seen fro Stock Photo - Alamy

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Our Special Place

From the first weekend after school ended until the weekend it started up again, we lived at great-grandpa's cottage.  Though he was long gone, we refused to call it anything else.  It felt disrespectful to rename it since he is the one who built it.

I remember the summer Bill arrived.  We were ten and twelve.  Though he was younger than I, we hit it off from the get.  Our days were spent lazing in "my" hidden pool, away from all the other cottages.

Summer after summer, our friendship grew.  Who knew I would end up marrying my best friend?