If you’ve read any of my previous bursts of brilliance (or BS, if you prefer), you’re familiar with my penchant for weaving warped memories of old TV shows, cartoons, and even (gasp) dramas into my weekly diatribe known as Friday Flash Fiction. Well, once again I’m staying true to form.
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*To those of you kind enough to post a comment, I will be late in the weekend (translated in Russellese—Monday) responding. I am booked in a Lean Manufacturing training program (No, this is not some type of diet) for two days this week and three and a half next. Please pray for me!
This week’s photo prompt is courtesy of Renee Homan-Heath.
“Martha, I can’t believe you booked our vacation in the Bahamas.”
“Yes, beautiful isn’t it? A snow-white beach, blue skies, palms waving in the breeze. What a romantic way to spend our twenty-fifth anniversary.”
“It’s horrible! The sand burns my feet, the water is eighty-two degrees, and the waitress is late with my drink. I thought we’d agreed on an Alaskan Cruise?”
“Look on the bright side, Tennessee—no polar bears. Just loosen up and have a good time.”
“Believe me, I’d take this tuxedo off if I could. How would I look in a Speedo?”
“Not a pretty image.”