Hop Hop Hop

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris (Flash fiction in 100 words exactly.)

Gardening is my relaxation. Flowers are my heaven. I love the little critters that arrive in spring. The anoles, the crickets, snails and slugs. The birds and fireflies. Turtles sometimes and frogs always.

Hop hop hop. Right over my flip-flopped foot.

“Oh, hello!” I exclaimed.

Hop hop hop, he stopped. I followed. More hopping. I kept following. He took me to my lovely porcelain, vibrant blue bird-bath water fountain and waited. Thinking he wanted water, I lowered my hand and he hopped right in. Once on the edge, he turned to face me.

“Kiss a frog?” he asked.