This picture looks just like a beach path at a house I stayed at on the island of Oahu 21 years ago. It evoked a very powerful memory from a walk I’d taken with my then husband. Most of my dialogue went on in my head. I never spoke as plainly as this. Had I, perhaps he would have felt the same way as this guy. Genre: Historical Truth Word Count: (for you, Rich) 100.
– Oh for god’s sake, stop whining!
– But it burns – my foot is on fire!!
– You knew there were poisonous jellyfish on the beach. You knew we had our big plans tonight. It’s like you wanted to wreck everything. We can’t even take a romantic stroll on the beach without disaster.
– Ouch – no, ouch – really, I just wasn’t looking.
– What the hell. Might as well just accept we’re going nowhere.
– You’re right – as usual, everything is my fault. OUCH!
– Man up. Once this vacation is over, I’m never going anywhere with you again.
– You’re right again. After this vacation, never.
The photo prompt is courtesy of Renee Heath. Links to all the other Flash Friday Fictioneers can be found here.
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