“That’s odd, didn’t you say that couple’s going to take the boat for the night?” My brother shrugged. “Why are they pulling up now?”
“Dude, who cares? They already paid. Who cares if they come back early? Maybe one of them got seasick.”
“I don’t know, man. My senses are tingling.”
“Yoowoo, boys, a little help?” The lady on the boat waved her hat.
“Toss the rope!” I shouted but as I caught the rope, the red spatter on the noose caught my attention. “Is this blood?” I held up the rope.
Instantaneously, the smile on the lady’s face vanished.
Each week, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple hosts Friday Fictioneers where we’re challenged to write a piece of flash fiction in 100 words, more or less, based on the picture above.