“Wow,” Sean said, “turn around and look at the sunset. Spectacular, huh?”
“So do you know where you’re going?” Denise asked.
“Of course he doesn’t,” Sean snapped.
“Why do you always feel the need to make any situation more difficult?” Craig said, his irritation with Sean readily apparent.
Denise gave her brother a dirty look. “And why does everything with you have to end up being a pissing contest, for crissake?”
Craig glared at his sister. “Well, if your supposedly rich boyfriend wasn’t such a friggin’ cheapskate, he would have rented a boat that wouldn’t have taken on water, sunk, and almost drowned us all. Now we’re stuck on some godforsaken peninsula in who knows where.”
“Listen to you,” Denise said. “You’re complaining that he’s a cheapskate when just last week you called him a spendthrift because he spent fifteen grand on that Harley motorcycle. There’s just no pleasing you, is there?”
“Hey, don’t give your brother a hard time, Denise,” Sean said. “My father always tells me I don’t know how to manage money. He says I’m penny wise and pound foolish. Now let’s see if we can find some shelter for the night.”
Written for the Thursday Photo Prompt from Sue Vincent. Also for these daily prompts from yesterday: Ragtag Daily Prompt (view), The Daily Spur (dark), Your Daily Word Prompt (difficult), Word of the Day Challenge (contest), and Fandango’s Daily Prompt (spendthrift).