The Drop Off

A greeter dressed in white stood atop the ladder to assist lakeside arrivals. Edna approached the bow as she prepared to disembark for the much ballyhooed Ladies Tea at the Garden.

Ed was mesmerized by all the sleek, expensive watercraft queuing up before the rocky landing. His 1981 angler pontoon boat seemed out of place. He maneuvered close to the ladder, allowing the faded bumpers hanging over the side to cushion the slight impact. The greeter cringed.

Edna smiled at Ed as she stepped off. 

She loved that old pontoon boat and wouldn’t want to arrive any other way.

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This 99-word story is my contribution to the May 27 Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge to write a story using the following photo as a prompt. Photo and story prompt by +Charli Mills.