PHOTO PROMPT © Ronda Del Boccio
Sue sighed exasperatedly at her husband. “This is hardly romantic, Rakesh.”
He squinted at the tourist map of Venice, holding it under the streetlamp but his head kept blocking out the light casting a shadow over it. “Hmmm…”
“We’ve been wandering for hours. It is dark already. We are lost. Just admit it.”
Just then, loud shouts erupted from a nearby cafe, “Basta! Basta!”
“What do you think is happening over there?” Sue stretched her neck to glimpse some of the action.
“I’m not sure.” said Rakesh, scratching his beard. “But it sounds as if they want more pasta.”
**** Basta means “that’s enough” in Italian. Usually used in a firm tone to put a stop to something.
Okay, okay this was as cheesy as the mozarella on your pizza. Nonetheless, hope you enjoyed it. The prompt reminded me of when I wandered the dark calles of Venice once. Not a good idea.
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PHOTO PROMPT © J.S. Brand
Hector had trouble concentrating.
“Stop eyeing the busty boss, and get to it!” Alan, commanded him, mouth twisting around a chewed up twig.
“I wasn’t even looking at her bust – quick, she’s coming! Look busy!”
“I have been busy.”
A white summer dress breezed towards them, skimming slim calves. She tapped on the carved wood, sighed and cocked her head. “Boys, this is no good. It needs to be more… interesting. More depth. It’s too shallow.” The wind carried her off.
“I think she’s talking about you.” Hector grinned. Then, “You think she was flirting with me?’
“Work!” growled Alan.
Well, one can always wish, Hector.
Hope you enjoyed this week’s flash fiction. Thanks To J.S Brand for this week’s intriguing prompt.
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PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson
“You’re just like your father”, remarked Robert lazily.
Marcus raised an eyebrow, “He’s your father too.” Then picked up the whiskey canister, “And no I am not.”
“I have the good fortune of having fallen very far from the tree.”
“Oh shut up!”
“See that’s just what Father says to me.”
“For the last time, I am not going on some reckless, un-planned, crazy-as-shit adventure of yours to the Galapagos islands!”
“Comfort zones. Careless mediocrity. Whiskey… like father, like son.”
Marcus held the whiskey canister above his glass. Cautiously sat it back on the table. “When do we leave?”
Something about the house and the setting sun made me think of family and adventures. And I so much wanted to experiment with humour and dialogue today. Hope you enjoy this!
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