The first rays of the morning sun turn George and his old motorboat into a silhouette. The vapor rising from the cold water make it even harder to see him from the western shore.
He’s far enough away that the sound of the motor barely reaches the the few cabins here.
George has something to put in the lake—someplace deep in the lake. He’ll need to make sure it will not be found for a good long while.
He picked a good day for it. This time of the year the lake is pretty much deserted. George got an early start. Nobody is awake this time of the day. Nobody but me.
In 250 words or less, tell me a story incorporating the elements in the picture. The 250 word limit will be strictly enforced.
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