100 WC- Week 8

Prompt: Bridge  Sprinkled  Pink  Daffodil  Huge

As I approached the old, moss-covered bridge my body flooded with hope. Maybe he had changed this time, maybe he was different. My grandfather lived in a huge house in the middle of nowhere surrounded by tiny, delicate daffodil’s and sprinkled with white daisies. I slowly walked across the bridge, being careful not to fall through missing gaps in the narrow path. I saw a blurry pink shape at the end of the bridge. I felt excitement rush through my body as I sprinted towards it. It was him, my grandfather, with someone else, a real estate agent!