Yesterday and today, I’ve spent a fair amount of time cooking. Then doing dishes. Then cooking. Then doing more dishes.
I was reminded repeatedly that hot surfaces are HOT, though. You’d think I’d have caught onto that by now.
Anyway. Friday. Friday Fictioneers. Thanks as always for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting!
As for inspiration for the story…I…just don’t know where this came from. I saw the canoe and it popped into my head.
Word Count: 100
Frank sighed as he leaned back in the old canoe. “This is the life. A warm day, fishing and my best buddy.”
Jewel crossed her arms, wondering how she was talked into this. “We’re not gonna catch anything.”
“That’s no way to talk!”
“It’s true,” she insisted as a teenager circled them from solid ground with a camera.
“Fish love this bate!”
“Frank, we’re in the middle of a swimming pool.”
The man opposite her shook his head. “Barry needs this to look authentic for his project! At least try to get in character.”
She groaned. “I’ll never understand art.”