‘What are you doing, Grandad?’
‘Diggin’.’
‘I see that. Why?’
‘Goin’ to China.’
‘Oh. You think you can dig there?’
‘Dunno, but I can’t afford the flights.’
Grandad wipes sweat from his brow and his fingers smear mud across his wrinkled skin.
‘What business have you with China, Grandad?’
‘No business.’
‘So why do you want to go?’
‘Y’know I’ve been thinkin’ on buildin’ that wall around the patio?’
I nod.
‘Well, I thought I’d better learn from the best.’
I frown.
‘They have this great big wall down in China, lad. I think I need a bit of inspiration.’

Written in response to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers photo prompt.
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Dear Ellie,
Cute story. Welcome to Friday Fictioneers.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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