A RISEN ROVER?
“Daddy… Come quick.” Samantha grabbed her father’s hand and pulled him onto the porch.
“Just look. They have risen.”
Rudolph’s gaze found the Narcissi boldly swaying in the breeze. The crimson tulips were just breaking the surface.
“Yesterday, there weren’t any.” Samantha was beside herself.
“I told you that the bulbs weren’t dead… just asleep. These flowers will come up every spring. Just have to keep them weeded… Give them a little nourishment,” being very matter-of-fact. Sometimes Samantha could just fly-off on a tangent.
Grabbing her father’s hand again. “Let’s go check the backyard. Rover might have come back, too!”
Written for Friday Fictioneers: Requirements: Using the photo prompt, create a 100 word story.