Everyone who walked across the cream-hued corner house of Carter Lane, in that idyllic little town, paused and took in the sight.
After all it was not commonplace to see a scarecrow dressed in feminine attire perched in all its glory amidst the flowery bed.
Well, the residents of the house were firm believers of gender-equality and such mumbo-jumbo. It was a big deal for them to bring home this fact to their two mischievous boys.
A few months elapsed and gradually the startled looks became a thing of the past.
As for me, I reveled in the attention that I used to get all those days.
But, I guess it was time for people to accept the new ‘me’- the redefined and revamped girl scarecrow.
(Word Count: 126)
Written as part of Sunday Photo Fiction. Write a story of around 200 words or less based on the photo prompt given (above). Hosted by Susan Spaulding.
(Photo Credit: Anurag Bakhshi)