“I can’t believe it,” Samantha said. “We’ve been planning this engagement party for weeks. And now, tonight of all nights, they’re calling for heavy rain.”
“Well,” Jason said, “we have those beams suspended from the wire frame that runs from the back of the house to the garage across the patio. Maybe I can run over to Lowe’s and pick up a tarp to drape over them to cover the patio.”
“I’ve got a better idea,” said Samantha. She picked up her phone and tapped at the keypad. “I’m texting everyone to bring all of their umbrellas to the party.”
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Written for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers prompt. Photo credit: Dale Rogerson.
“You don’t like it?” Barney asked his daughter.
Arnold walked over to their hotel room window, pushed aside the sheer, lace curtain, and called out to his wife, “Honey, come see this view.”
The Light Up the Lake festival was the highlight of the summer for the townspeople. Nearly everyone in the community would construct a small, handheld, floating craft that held a candle. They’d light the candles and set their crafts on the water and let them float out onto the lake.