Call it mother’s intuition or call it paranoia, Brogan and I needed a weekend away. I found a cozy bed and breakfast in the Cape Breton Highlands. Naturally, as 3 years tend to love, he loved the water flowing by.
“Mum? Can we fwoe wocks?”
“Sure sweetie. There’s a sandy spot down there.”
The air was as clean as could be. The only sound was the river tumbling by.
He had thrown two rocks when I noticed something odd. That black car parked at the side of the road. Windows tinted so dark I couldn’t see in.
“Let’s go back in. I’m cold, ” I lied.
From our window, I watched it drive away.
This is a continuation of an experiment. It’s hard to believe this is the 11th week! Each week there is a 100 word short story photo prompt challenge posed by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. My challenge to myself is to connect these photos into one seamless story. Click the blue frog to read other stories inspired by this photo.