The water was calm with only the slightest of breezes moving the tinnie gently sideways. The silence on the lake was just lovely with the only interruption being the sound of the lure as it sliced through the air landing with a ‘plop’ onto the water.
Every now and then the little boat would rock side to side more than what the breeze was capable of. The third time it happened I looked over my shoulder at Henry and saw him scratching furiously up the leg of his shorts.
I barked at him “Keep still ya git. What ya doing?’
“Just scratching” he murmured.
“Scratching what? Stop it. You’re scaring the fish, an besides, ya making me just a little bit uncomfortable.”
“It’s just a little bit of a rash” he intoned.
“Where did you get it from?”
“Well. Ya know that new bar maid at the Dog and Duck?”
For the Flash Fiction Forever Challenge
using Annies promt where did you get it from
Read Ian’s story No Detour Ahead first.