“So do you want to drive or take the ferry?” Jack asked his wife. “I think it will be quicker to drive,” he added.
“Oh, let’s take the ferry,” Susan said. “There’s no rush, you know. And it’s such a delightful night. The moon is full, the water in the bay is calm, and the evening temperature is perfect.”
“I don’t know,” Jack said. “Besides, you know I can get seasick at times.”
“Come on, Jack. It will be very romantic to take the ferry across,” she said, winking at her husband.
“That’s it. We’re driving,” Jack said firmly.
(99 words)
Written for this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Photo by Ted Strutz.