Bad Date (Prompt 13, Hour 10)

The moonbeams danced with the fog,

Giving the boat dock a haunted look.

Nervous laughter broke the hush of the night.

The girl looked at her date and whispered,

“I have to pee.”


He snickered.  “TP’s on the shelf in the shed.

Pee behind the fir over yonder.”

He gestured to the right of the shed,

where old concrete blocks stacked up against the fir.


She dropped the canteen of coffee at his feet,

Muttering to herself, “Damn girl, never again.”

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