Drabble: Pooh Sticks

The grounds were full of follies. Tiny waterways ran between mock Greek temples until they emptied out into a lake.

With nothing coming through the anomaly, Connor and Abby played pooh sticks.

Cutter sat quietly, with a pen-knife and a small piece of wood. When it looked something like a boat, he stuck in a twig, attached a paper sail and wrote Stephen Hart on the prow.

Together, they chased it down the rivulets, watched anxiously as it nearly jammed on last year's leaves and cheered when it raced out into the open lake and sailed away to the west.