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Row, Row, Row!
By Scott L Vannatter – 100 Words
Derik looked out over the vastness of the ocean. Their dilemma made him more than a little nervous.
He looked at Cecil.
“What? You are still blaming me for the yacht going down, aren’t you?”
Derik answered with silence.
“I knew it! Well, it was an accident. The flare gun went off and the container of fuel…”
He began to lay down.
“Don’t!” Derik hollered, scaring him.
“What’s the matter?”
Don’t use the sleeping bag. It’s been two weeks and you look like a damn sandwich in it.”
“So? What are you….OWW!”
“Sorry, I tried to tell you.”
“Taste good!?”
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Namaste,
Scott