Photo Copyright: Georgia Koch
The money was moved to a new duffel; before, they switched cars and headed south.
She sat silent, until twenty minutes past Atlanta, Georgia.
Brandi said, “I’m still mad, but…I remember the metal ramp from the picture.”
“What?’
“It’s High Falls Lake in Forsyth, Georgia. My dad took me there every summer.”
“Is it a resort?”
“No, and don’t laugh. We went there to fish. I hated being in that boat. It was so boring.”
“Sorry.”
“There’s a painting of a boat in the rental office. Painted in eighteen-fourteen by the original owner.”
“Sure, that you remember.”
Dear Cole, I enjoyed your story – very clever. If they stole money from some Ne’er do wells, I hope they get away! Nan 🙂
Thanks Nan, the story continues this week.
This is mysterious. Bonnie and Clyde or Robin Hood and Maid Marian? I was hooked by your characterisation and dialogue, too. 🙂
Sorry, to get back to you so late. The story was updated today.