Then it had been a boy with auburn hair and tawny eyes and someone had swum away? Besides, those pants and hair is/are awful...Gods!
I blame @Timothy M. for the mackerel.
The Mackerel
Gil sauntered along the dock, a rolled up blue blanket firmly tucked under his left arm, hoping the harbormaster didn’t notice him.
“Gil!” Too late. The man’s usually friendly expression had turned grim as he stormed towards where the Mackerel was moored. “I can’t let you go out there. A storm is coming.”
“Oh come on, Bill. There’s barely a cloud in the sky!”
“You know how quickly the weather can change around here. ” A flock of seagulls flew by and cawed loudl
Wish. I do believe in the magic of the moon too. (in secret) I'm sure she listens not only to wolves.
Invitation makes me want to sleep outside watch the stars and listen to summer noises while fleeing the stifling heat in the house.
I followed the recommendation of a friend, stumbled about some great stories, wrote my first prompt story, got encouraging comments, and here I am.
This means, we all should talk about GA, praise the site and maybe offer to be a guide.
I don't know if it's doable, but posting linked snippets of stories else where might entice readers, as they come directly to the story without having to become accustomed to the site.