So it is Friday again.  Time for another tale from this Friday Fictioneer.  This is my story of 100 words this week from the photo prompt below.  We are hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields of Addicted to Purple.  

PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright – Georgia Koch

She remembered the night well.  The water was so black. The boat bobbed gently up and down on the waves.  A lump caught in her throat.  She hoped that she wasn’t going to throw up.  She was so afraid.  Her teeth chattered and rattled.  She shivered, wrapping her shawl around her shoulders.

The water gleamed in the moonlight.  All was silent around them as they rowed further and further into the lake.  Finally they stopped. They could no longer see the shore.  It was safe now.  They held their breath, steadying themselves momentarily and heaved their burden into the water.