Here is the week #9 Image Prompt.
No one had mentioned the tree house all day, which was odd because it had been the main subject of discussion for weeks. She knew they had finished building it and awaited the nonstop nagging to get her to inspect their handiwork.
They expected her to climb the rickety ladder and walk along the crazily swaying bridge, but that idea filled her with dread.
She had been watching their hair-raising efforts all summer, as each piece of timber was carefully manoeuvred into position, risking life, and limb to reach the platform so high up in the trees.
Now the tree house was finished, it looked dark and menacing, creating shivers that ran down her spine like cold water. She loved the forest, and when walking among the trees she felt free and safe, but she knew instinctively that wasn’t what the tree house offered.
She wouldn’t be able to go up there now anyway, her conveniently twisted ankle made sure of that…