The cool lake water soothed Dave’s throbbing headache and, as a bonus, blocked out the nonstop arguing coming from the cabin. He couldn’t figure out how his parents, far from home, could still find so many things on which to disagree.
He assumed this argument was his fault. Dave suspected he had asked one too many times about using the cellphone to call his friend Jeremy. When Jeremy called him back on his dad’s phone, all hell broke loose in the cabin.
Dave dunked his head again as the words “My son is not a fag” flew out the cabin door.
|Photo by: Raegan Bird|
Every week the graceful, dear, Angela Goff, puts a photo up on her lovely blog as a 'Visual Dare'. The photo, and it is always a stunning photo, can be used in one of two ways:
- incorporate it into your current Work In Progress - literally, or figuratively
- use it as a 100 word flash fiction to get the brain going in a different creative direction.