New prompter! Also, this story involves murder. (Attn new Prompter: you can either ask for a continuation of this story or give me another prompt, as you wish)
“Shit.” She was trying to get calm, get mellow, to enjoy the sun on the lake and the breeze in her hair. Her mind kept coming back to the body in the swamp, just a couple hundred feet away.
She hadn’t meant to kill the man. Well, man-thing. She hadn’t meant to be killing anything today, it was a fishing day.
Fishing days were sacred. She got up before dawn, headed out to the lake, and stayed until past dusk.
If she happened to catch something? Bonus. Continue reading