I’m not going to lie. This one was fun, especially when it didn’t turn out as I’d planned. It went over 100 words, but I’m not sorry. Hope you enjoy!
“Molls, there’s no guarantee Zach’ll even come this way.”
“Nonsense. He always does.” Throwing her backpack onto the bank, she steps into the old boat and lies down. “Send me to my watery grave.”
“Are you crazy?” It’s not a question requiring an answer. I lean over, careful not to fall in. “We must have a little ceremony. My jacket for a burial shroud. Don’t know what flowers grew in Avolea, but weeds are all we have. Hold on tight!”
The boat slips beyond my fingertips, and I tumble face first into the river. Strong hands lift me.
Zach always comes this way.