100 Word Challenge: The Moonlight Climb

The sky was gloomy as I gazed at the cratered moon. Inside my head wonderful questions run around trying to sort themselves out. Suddenly one of the craziest ideas of all makes it first in line. Racing over to Grandpa’s old shed I’m wondering if my idea will work. There it is, Grandpa’s rusty, dark, tall ladder. Grabbing it down I start to race over to the field of sneeze barley. When I start climbing the golden grass tickles my feet and the ladder feels like bark on an old tree. Lightning strikes just above my head. By Nina.