“I did it, honey, I actually did it,” Glenn proudly announced to his girlfriend as they approached the Ferry Terminal on the Island of Gozo in Malta.
“You did what?” Geraldine asked.
Pointing toward to the landing, Glenn said, “See that place, Gleneagles Bar?”
“Yes, what about it?”
“I bought it!”
“You what?”
“It’s a natural, babe,” Glenn said. “My name is Glenn. My favorite bird is the eagle, I love Malta, and I’ve always wanted to own a bar.”
“You’re not serious, are you?” She asked.
“Yes, Geri,” he answered. “I wired the deposit yesterday.”
How can you afford to buy a place like that?”
“I sold my condo in Virginia Beach,” Glenn said. “We can move here together. It’ll be like we’re living the dream in paradise.”
“Your dream,” Geraldine said.
“Oh come on, babe. You’ll love it.”
“You’re a fucking lunatic,” she said.
(147 words)
Written for this week’s Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practioner prompt. Photo credit: MorgueFile 14228002011gx95
Maybe the Folly is the girl, not the dream 😉 Great story!
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What is not to like about Gozo, as I read it is a tranquil haven with beaches and scuba-diving.
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Who wants to own a Bar? This is the only business without chains, or are there? I don’t know since I don’t drink.
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Apparently a lot of people do, given the number of bars, pubs, saloons, and the like there are.
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Isn’t the number going down?
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I don’t know. Seems like, where I live, there are bars on every corner.
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“It’s a natural, babe,” Glenn said. “My name is Glenn. My favorite bird is the eagle, I love Malta, and I’ve always wanted to own a bar.”
Amazing how two people see things differently. He sees the planets have aligned. She thinks- three strikes and you’re out! Enjoyed!
Thanks for participating.
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