“Be careful. Don’t run. The dock can be slippery.”
“I know, Gramps.”
“Did you bring the sandwiches your mother made this morning?”
“Gotten right here.”
“She said you have been packed for this trip for a week.”
“I was a little excited. I have my new pole I got for Christmas and may favorite lures. I have a can of corn and some chicken liver for you, but I’m using my new Rapala lures.”
“I guess we have everything,” Grandpop said with a smile.
“I don’t think so, Pop. Look at the end of the dock. Someone’s taken our boat.”
Written for Sunday Photo Fiction: Requirements: Create a flash fiction story of 200 (or less) words using the photo prompt provided.