This week’s picture by Penny appears so peaceful and allows the mind to wander in those warm summer afternoons.
Yet, as I discovered in Roaring Creek Belize, swimming in the water attracts all sorts of creatures, like little fish that nibble and bite!
More from Friday Fictioneers here.
‘There’s one. Oh, it’s gone.’
The crocodile dived, creating a cloud of silt.
Caroline detested John’s profession of photography.
He stopped her from going to the golf course with Jenny. Lovely, soft Jenny.
You’re my wife, John had demanded. Together, we are going croc hunting.
Yes, their problem; together was everything he ordered.
From the boat, she trailed her hand in the water and thought of Jenny.
Sweet, warm-hearted Jenny. Oh, the bliss, when she massaged her legs and kissed–.
‘Look, another one.’ He leaned over the side, snapping away.
‘Careful! You’ll fall in.’ She grinned, rocking the boat.