Let’s go up to the lake today, Frankie!
Come on, it’s such a beautiful day. You can do a spot of fishing.
Maybe you’ll catch something and I can cook it for us later.
Wouldn’t that be nice, Frankie?
You’ll have to help me down those rickety steps, mind.
I can’t quite manage them on my own.
Not like the way I used to.
We’ll walk along the shore, dipping our toes in the water and picking up pretty pebbles. Remember the tiger eye you found that time?
Where is it now, I wonder?
And then we can sit on our bench and watch the pretty boats.
And listen to the sound of the water lapping.
Just the two of us.
Where are you, Frankie?
Tell her he’s just popped out for a minute. It’s better that way.
Otherwise it’ll be like she’s lost him.
All over again.
Written in response to a prompt from Susan T. Braithwaite
Genre Scribes Friday Fiction Writing Challenge #24
The challenge this week was lake.