“I can’t believe we’re finally going on a cruise,” Bertha gushed. “I’ve wanted to go on one of these ever since I can remember.”
“There’s nothing too good for my Bertha,” Benny said. He looked around at the five other people sitting at their table. “It’s our fiftieth anniversary.”
“Oh, that’s wonderful,” Mildred said. “My husband got me this cruise for my 65th birthday, which was last month.” She nudged Charles, who was dozing. “Isn’t that right, Charles?”
“This is my second cruise,” said Murray jumped in. “The last time I was with my wife,” he added.
“Is she not with you this time?” Benny asked.
“No. The last time we hit some rough water and she got severely seasick. And then there was some kind of food poisoning or something and nearly everyone on board, passengers and crew alike, got severe diarrhea.”
“Oh my,” said Henrietta. “No wonder she didn’t want to join you this time.”
“Well,” Murray said, “she passed before the cruise ended. But she wasn’t very good company anyway, so I thought I’d give it another go.”
The conversation stopped. The others all got up and left the table.
“Hey, where’s everyone going?” Murray asked.
Sritten for this week’s Sunday Photo Fiction prompt.