It was a cloudy overcast day. A cool breeze blew as Bobby looked down at Jimmy.
“Hi, Jimmy,” he said in a low voice.
“Where did these huge boulders and rocks come from?”
Silence surrounded the space between them.
“I’m sorry, Jimmy”.
We were two young college kids. It was Spring Break. We all thought it would be fun to drive down to the beach. It was wild when the girls arrived. What a surprise!
I never thought it would get out of hand.
Bobby placed a rose on his tombstone; forgive me.
I should never have been driving drunk.
2022© Isadora DeLaVega
Word Count: 100
Photo Prompt:©Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
To join Rochelle and her Friday Fictioneers challenge
**********Spring Break is in full swing here in Florida. The beaches are packed shoulder to shoulder with teens celebrating. The drinking has gotten so bad in South Miami that the bars have a 6:00 pm last call on drinks and a midnight curfew has been issued by the county commissioners.
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