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MURKY WATERS

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It is Wednesday and good enough for Friday Fictioneers.  We gather each week with our stories of 100 words or so, inspired by a photo prompt.  We are happily hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields of Addicted to Purple.  Here’s my story to the photo prompt from Dale Rogerson.

PHOTO PROMPT – © Dale Rogerson

PHOTO PROMPT – © Dale Rogerson

Dang!  Wanda swore to herself.  The lake was getting harder and harder to swim in.  She wished people wouldn’t be so careless.  It used to be so good here.  The water was pure and clear.  You could see to the bottom.  You could drink all you want.  It was that sweet.

Now look at it!  Full of junk and algae.  And the smell.  Never mind the taste.  She could just gag.  She hope that they would wake up soon before it was too late.  What could one do?  She swims away from debris.

Oh dang!  She’s snagged  her fin again.

THE LAKE

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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.  

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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.