“Teddy, are you guys sure all the embers from your campfire have been drenched?”
“Two complete buckets, Dad, and then we stirred and added another bucket. Those last pieces of driftwood will be useless tomorrow.”
Knowing all was well with the world, the father and his three sons turned for a well-deserved night’s rest; the campers knew that there was a big mouth bass wanting to call their name at early dawn the next morning.
Each sleepy camper individually tried to muffle the noises resonating through the forest from fellow enthusiasts on an adjacent hill; the reveler’s still boisterously enjoying reckless escapades at what seemed to be an all-night bonfire celebration.
Written for Five Sentence Fiction: Requirements: the photo prompt topic and only five sentences to tell a story.