Why go fishing in a fjord where there were no fish? And it’s freezing! Icebergs everywhere. Somewhere there’s a glacier, but it’s melted so far back.
He wraps his arms around me from behind, whispers, “Why don’t we go below deck. Get some hot coco, eh?” It’s the best thing he’s said all morning.
Monday’s One-Minute Fiction challenges you to write a story in one minute, no more, no less, based on the prompt provided. Did you notice the Canadian flag in last week’s photo prompt? This is my bad attempt at a Canadian accent. 😂