Happy Friday Fictioneers! I’ve missed everyone. I have been away for a spell.
This is a repeat for me, but I reworked this a bit. I don’t know if I made any improvements.
As always, thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for keeping everything afloat. Congratulations to Rochelle for completing her edits for her third novel in a series entitled AS ONE MUST ONE CAN. Way to go!
Thanks to Georgia Koch for this week’s photo.
Do you believe?
“We got a boat. No excuses,” Joe said. “Old man Cassel is still out there.”
“Paddling in that pea soup makes about as much sense as surfing a tsunami. You ain’t gettin’ me in that boat.”
“That Nellie business is nothing but a campfire story.”
Heavy air shrouded them, erasing their shapes. The skiff knocked around in the choppy water like driftwood as they attempted to steer in one direction. The water swelled, pulling them toward the center of the lake.
Joe’s radio buzzed. “We got Cassell. C’mon back. Over.”
“I can’t see anything—”
Spiky tendrils latched on, sending them under, below, beneath.
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