โGrab the harpoon and the nets, boys. Weโre going hunting!โ Captain Crackerbarrel barked as he strode across the shingle.
โHarpoon?โ Tom and Archie mouthed to each other as they watched the Captain drag his small rowboat over the shelf and into the water.
โCaptain, we catch sprats. We caught sprats yesterday and we caught โem the day before that. Weโve been catching sprats for months. We only ever catch sprats.โ Archie said.
โDream big, boys. Shoot for the stars, aim for the shark!โ
Tom turned to Archie, โYou know, with those aspirations of his, weโre gonna need a bigger boat.”
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Written as part of the Friday Fictioneers writing group. Each week we write 100 words to a photo prompt. This week’s image was supplied by… Me! Well done me. Thanks, me.
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