This was their last day before they had to fly back home to the States the next morning, and they’d been walking around the city for hours, taking in all the sights,
“We should head back to the hotel, hon,” Dick said to his wife.
“My feet are killing me, Dick,” Molly said. “Can’t we eat around here and then grab a taxi to the hotel?”
Pulling out his French to English dictionary, Dick pointed to a painted brick wall and said,“You’re in luck. That sign says “Dining Room, Meals Served. At least I think that’s what it says.”
Written for this week’s 100 Word Wednesday prompt from Bikurgurl. Photo credit: Cyranny.