TUESDAY TALES - PICTURE PROMPT- MORE OF "TOO LATE FOR GOODBYE"

 

Welcome! This week is picture prompt week. And we are limited to only 300 words. We have another episode of "Too Late for Goodbye", too. Looks like Marty's idea for a fishing trip get sunk fast! Scroll down to return to Tuesday Tales. Thanks for stopping by. 

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   Marty picked up one oarlock and shoved it in the hole on the side, then slid the oar in. “There we go. One oar ready.”

   “Marty? What’s this?” Ethan plucked a piece of wood from a hole in the floor of the boat. Water gushed across the floor.

   “What the hell? Damn! Where’d you get that?”

   “It was stuck in the floor.”

   “It plugged up that hole!”

   Sophie started to cry.

   “We’re gonna drown!” Ethan yelled.

   Marty grabbed the piece of wood, but it was wet now and swollen, so it no longer fit in the hole. Every swear word he knew breezed through his head. Clamping his lips together, he tried to shove the piece back in the hole, but no dice.

   “Looks like our boat ride is over. Come on. Stand up.” Sophie obeyed. Marty took her by the waist and vaulted her over the side, settling her safely on her two feet on the dock. Ethan was next. The shoes of each child were soaked and Marty’s, too. He swore under his breath as he put the oar on the dock, then the second one. He ripped the oarlocks up and out and threw them next to the oars. Then it was his turn. Water was up to his calves.

   Sinking and tipping at the same time provided no leverage. He tossed the tackle on the dock and attempted to exit the rowboat. Under his weight, it sank faster.

   Sophie screamed.

   Ethan hollered, “Marty’s drowning!”

   Now Marty was knee deep in water. He placed his hands on the pier and pushed up, transferring his weight to the dock. Leaning forward, he teetered toward it and swung one leg up, then the other. Without his weight, the boat took on water more slowly.  He shook his head.

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