It is Wednesday and good enough for Friday Fictioneers. We gather each week with our stories of 100 words or so, inspired by a photo prompt. We are happily hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields of Addicted to Purple. Here’s my story to the photo prompt from Dale Rogerson.
Dang! Wanda swore to herself. The lake was getting harder and harder to swim in. She wished people wouldn’t be so careless. It used to be so good here. The water was pure and clear. You could see to the bottom. You could drink all you want. It was that sweet.
Now look at it! Full of junk and algae. And the smell. Never mind the taste. She could just gag. She hope that they would wake up soon before it was too late. What could one do? She swims away from debris.
Oh dang! She’s snagged her fin again.