Come on, Sandy.
No, I don’t want to get in trouble.
It’s beautiful down by the lake at this time.
No! I mean it.
There’s canoeing and paddling.
I don’t know how to do any of that.
We don’t either. We can learn together.
Ed, Lila, and Ralph begged me to go.
Persuaded, I caved.
I didn’t paddle or canoe but watching the eagles flying above us made it all worthwhile.
In the end, I was happy I’d gone along.
In terror, I stood before my mom’s angry face.
I knew my awful fate by the look on her face.
Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 100
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