When we think of a summertime picnic, we usually envision it taking place during the day. But summertime picnics at night can be memorable, too.

Look at the photo of a summertime picnic at night below and use it to prompt your writing today. Then keep reading to check out my completed version of this prompt. It’s called, The Truth Came to Light at a Summertime Picnic Last Night.

Today’s Writing Prompt: Summertime picnic at night [Photo Prompt]

Base your writing today on the photo below, which is of a summertime picnic at night.

summertime picnic at night
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Keep scrolling to see my completed version of this writing prompt.

The Truth Came to Light at a Summertime Picnic Last Night, by K.E. Creighton

I heard them talking about me as I was approaching their picnic table, loudly, with no shame whatsoever. They weren’t even trying to whisper about it anymore after a few spiked lemonades, those mean girls from high school: Jolie, Melanie, and Kylie. Yep, those were their real names. And they didn’t become Mean Girls 2.0 for no reason. Their mothers had groomed them to be that way and were always together, too. And the six of them were always adding their own flare and drama to anything trivial happening in this town while keeping everything worth talking about hush-hush.

The night was sticky and hot. The mustard potato salad on my plate was already warm. And the mosquitos were starting to eat me alive since the citronella candles had burned out a while ago.

I didn’t want to stay any longer listening to the ridiculous gossip about how and why I had skipped my niece’s baptism earlier today. I had been studying for my medical boards next week with a group of friends, for God’s sake! NOT sleeping with the mayor’s wife. Or anything else nefarious they were claiming, which I WILL NOT repeat. Because it wasn’t true or remotely appropriate, what they were saying.

“Let it go and get a life!” I wanted to shout at them. Especially if they wanted a town doctor to pester with their hypochondriatic tendencies when Doc Smith retires in a few years. My sister already forgave me for not being there anyway, so why wouldn’t they?

But I didn’t shout. Instead, I shook my head back and forth as I walked by their picnic table, hoping they’d see my subtle disapproval of their behavior. They, of course, didn’t care or notice. And as I passed under the glowing LED lights that were hanging a little bit too low, I tripped over an empty Miller bottle.

Mid-trip I grabbed for the closest thing that was nearby, which just so happened to be Jake Winslet’s left forearm.

Jake steadied me and chuckled. Then he dipped his napkin in the water cup he was holding in his other hand and started dabbing at the new pale yellow stain on his white buttoned-down shirt. Avoiding eye contact with Jake, I looked at the sad pile of warm mustard potato salad now on the ground instead of my paper plate.

“Oh, Jake. I’m so so so sorry,” I said in a weary tone. Then as I tried to help him clean his shirt, I only managed to smear the stain across and into the fabric more, which made me want to bolt, immediately. But Jake was calm and sweet, as usual.

“It’s fine. It’s fine. I didn’t really like this shirt anyway.” He gave me a wink with a slight smirk, as he stopped dabbing at his shirt and looked directly at me.

Damn. Why did he have to be married to Kylie, one of the Mean Girls 2.0, at that moment… Or always see me as Jon’s clumsy dorky little sister?

Little did I know at the time, however.

Jake apparently had been thinking something much different about me at that particular moment at the summertime picnic that night, too. And many of the moments before it…

But more details about that later.

For now, all I can say is, that some of the things the town Mean Girls 2.0 wanted to keep hush-hush didn’t stay hush-hush for long at the picnic last night. As it turns out, Jake, and everyone else in town, eventually found out that it wasn’t me who had been sleeping with the mayor’s wife after all, but someone else…

[All Rights Reserved by K.E. Creighton and Creighton’s Compositions LLC. The above work is a piece of fiction. All names and locations referred to are the product of the author’s imagination and are used entirely for fictional purposes. Any similarities to real-life persons or places are purely coincidental.]

Notes on Completing this Writing Prompt

I don’t know why, but as I started working on this writing prompt, I couldn’t stop thinking of the South in the US. And summertime picnics in the South, along with smalltown gossip in the South. I’m not typically a fan of domestic fiction. But as I was writing this, I could only hear the narrator’s voice from the show Desperate Housewives. And the voice used in some of Liane Moriarty’s novels. So, with all of those things on my mind, the above was the result.

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