Tuesday Tales: 2020-11-10 Photo Writing Feet

Welcome to Tuesday Tales where you’ll find entertaining, first-look excerpts from a group of hard-working writers. You can see works in progress unfold week by week. Honestly, though, I often write by skipping around a story rather than treading a straight line. This week I’m excited to start a new Historical Romance. We write from a picture prompt today and are limited to 300 hundred words. From the designated array of photos, I chose the picture above. Make sure to visit all the talented authors of Tuesday Tales.

A sunny voice called out from the street running alongside the restaurant. “Where are you heading–as if I didn’t know?”

Rosemary looked up from packing the car and grinned at her friend Donna, who had paused in walking her dog. “Where do you think?” She flourished a cane fishing pole before placing it in the trunk. “Business is slow this afternoon, Bertha is on a mad cleaning mission, and besides, I hear they’re biting like crazy today. Want to come?”

Donna wrinkled her nose. “No thanks. I’ll wait for the crispy fried ones.” The Chihuahua yipped and hopped around her legs in excitement, causing her to tighten the leash a bit.

“Okay, your loss. But there’s more to the lake than fishing.”

“Pray tell, what else might be on your plate?”

Rosemary pointed aloft. “Blue sky, fresh air, sunshine, sun bathing, swimming, and nothing to disturb the peace!”

Donna laughed. “That does sound nice, but I know you too well. You’re obviously set on fishing today.”

“It’s the best way to banish the cobwebs.”

“Let’s plan an outing for next weekend, though, okay? I just got a new bathing suit. ”

Rosemary smiled agreeably and nodded. Fishing wasn’t Donna’s favorite pastime, but it wasn’t exactly the fishing she objected to, but the worms. “Yes, let’s do that.”

A few minutes later she pulled off the highway and onto the narrow dirt road that led to the lake.  A big shady oak proved an ideal parking spot and wasn’t far from the post where she kept the rowboat tied. Soon she was leaning back and barefoot in the boat, fishing pole tucked under her arm, and bobber casually floating.  Her body relaxed to the quiet sounds of nature. At the softly lapping water, her eyelids drifted closed.

I hope you enjoyed the snippet based on the picture prompt. Thanks for stopping by. Read the other amazing excerpts at Tuesday Tales.

Cheers & Happy Reading!

Flossie Benton Rogers, Conjuring the Magic with Spirited Stories

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By Flossie Benton Rogers

Paranormal romance author who loves to shake the edges of reality.

10 comments

  1. Oh, how utterly relaxing! I can almost feel myself there in the boat with her. Great slice of life.

  2. Nice use of the prompt- sounds blissful-especially the last paragraph. AND except for the baiting of hooks in fishing! Seems like someone in your tale may agree with me on that part- passing on the fishing. LOL Jillian

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