Sydney sniffed, then spluttered. The fogginess of sleep and last night’s hangover weighed heavy. “Bobby, you sleaze.” The voice woke him, but he was alone, his sleeping-bag soaked and ice-cold. His older brother had set-up his tent. And it leaked like a ruptured garden-hose.
“You’ll pay for this, you scum.”
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This is a continuation of the Winter Quarter of Flash in the Pan. Boys and Their Toys is the new theme. To join in and to read the rules, click: http://mommasmoneymatters.com/flash-fiction/
The word limit for Tent is 50 words. I used them all.