(NOTE: I didn’t do this last week. Why? I took the picture. Knowing the context screwed up my ability to make stuff up about it. 🙂 )
Eve watched the fog roll in over the lake and sighed. There was much to do before nightfall: secure the windows and doors, repour the salt at the threshold, and the garlic at the corners of the lot was probably rotten by now. She’d have to make sure they had enough candles, too; electric light drew more attention than fire. One might find a weak spot.
There was laundry, too, and the carpets needed vacuuming. At least the dishes were finished.
“Jim, can you take the trash out?” she asked, knowing the answer.
“In a minute, babe. The game’s on.”
Word Count: 99
Friday Fictioneers is a weekly blog hop hosted by Rochelle. She posts a photo prompt then challenges readers to write a 100 word story inspired by the prompt. It’s a fun challenge. Give it a try! Check here for the info then write your story and post it, link up and enjoy the other stories!