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.
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Frankie?
Where are you, Frankie?
Frankie?
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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.
