Note: Today I tried a writing exercise where you use a photo prompt and write a short story as close to 100 words as possible. It will become immediately obvious that I used the photo as very loose inspiration. Enjoy.
They had been at it all day and had only gotten a few bites.
Henry reeled in his line to check the hook. As he suspected, the bait had been nibbled away. Swearing under his breath, he reached into the jar for another wriggling nightcrawler.
“Maybe we need to try somewhere else?” Sarah suggested, but floated it as a hesitant question. She came on these trips more for the peace and quiet, but now Henry’s darkening mood was beginning to scare her.
“We’ve already tried all the damn coves in this fucking place,” Henry grumbled.
Suddenly the boat felt dangerously small as he put down his pole and yanked hard on the motor’s pull chord.