You said it would be wonderful
You said it would be tranquil, serene
You said the scenery would be stunning
You begged me to come with you
You said there’s nothing better
You said I would love it
I didn’t want to go
I don’t like to fish
I’m tired and soaked
I’m chilled to the bone
I can’t see a damn thing
I hate this
You said we could leave if I wasn’t thrilled
Well, I’m not thrilled
I’m feeling seasick
So let’s leave now
What do you mean “man overboard”?
I’m not a man
I’m your wife
What are you doing?
Take your hands off of me
You know I can’t swim
Splash
Written for Roger Shipp’s Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner. Photo credit: Morguefile April 2020.
Damn that man. LOL
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ouch
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Drowned like the rat she is.
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she sounds like a shrew anyway
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A complainer, that’s for sure.
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Oh no!
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It’s hard to “like” this story, but it’s a good write! You’re good at these.
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Thanks. I know it was rather a tough ending, but the picture led me there.
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I guess he wont have to take her fishing anymore.
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