Friday Fictioneers: Saturdays at the Lake

Welcome to Friday Fictioneers where each week close to 100 people participate in a flash fiction challenge based on a photo prompt.

This week’s photo: © Jennifer Pendergast

And now my 100 word story:

Jack loved his wife. He loved his grandson, he loved fishing, and he loved his beer. Saturday afternoons beginning about early May were his favorite. He would wake early, help Jeanine clean the house, pack their lunches and be ready by the time his daughter dropped off six-year-old Nicholas.

Jack organized the coolers, fishing rods, and chairs into the trunk of the car. He couldn’t help but smack Jeanine on the ass while she was fastening Nicholas into his car seat.

“Damn it Jack” she fussed.
Nicholas giggled.
Jack smirked.
“I’ll drive over, you drive back” he winked.

60 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers: Saturdays at the Lake

  1. Dear Dawn,

    As the old saying goes, a little snow on the roof doesn’t mean there’s not still fire in the hearth, or something like that. 😉 I’m happy to say I’m married to a Jack.

    Sweet story.




  2. Dear Dawn – cute story and food for thought. I guess I have a “Jack” that’s really not into beer that much but does like fishing. When we first married and had no money – we would go over to White River (this is when Beaver Lake was still filling up) and fish all day. Mike would clean the fish (I honestly don’t know how to do it – nor do I care to learn). Fun memories for us – thanks! Nan.


  3. I admire Jack for going to so much trouble for his fishing trip. I like the lighthearted smirking and giggling, too. Jack knows how to enjoy his Saturdays. Fun story, Dawn!


  4. Saturday is often allotment day for Mister (sometimes me, when I’m feeling energetic). His beer comes after, when we return home and he has washed all the mud off him! Needless to say, it’s an absolute given that I’m the one who usually drives home from restaurants!
    I liked your little cameo of a story and the way you captured that sweet moment 🙂


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