This is for Sonya’s writing challenge, three lines prompted by the photo.
photo by Sean Tan via Unsplash
“Get back off of there,” his mother yelled from the lakeside. “Can’t you read? It’s dangerous!”
“Don’t worry—I’m not going in,” he called back airily, adding under his breath, “so just get off my case, will you?”
He hung over the rail, and peered into the impenetrable darkness of the water, so absorbed in the agitation he could see he was causing on the shore, he didn’t hear the slop and suck as something heaved itself out of the water behind him.