Four lines of prose which take place on, in, or by: the lake.
Continuing to draw inspiration from yesterday's incident, it would seem.
I'm heading out early, so this is a scheduled post. See you when I get back.
The wind picked up as the afternoon dragged on, causing the boat to rock from side to side and the fish to continue to decline to bite. Stupid slimy little buggers. If I'd been allowed to bring my gun it would have been a different story.
But no, the field trip supervisors and teachers had been so bloody insistent.