Good Wednesday, dear Readers. Hope your first day of Summer is filled with sunshine (for those of you in the northern hemisphere, that is) or at least, like me, with bits and spurts of sunshine between showers! If you are in the southern hemisphere, hopefully your first day of winter is nice and mild.
We are once again gathered for a weekly 100-word story-telling session from folks all ’round the world. Pretty darn cool, if you ask me. And if you don’t, well that’s okay too.
Thank you to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for keeping all us ducks in a row and this week, thank you to Ted Strutz for a photo that brought me back a few years to an event that is quite a memorable one. Sadly I can only give you bits and spurts but let me assure you, the longer version is a hoot and a half. Hopefully this one still comes through as funny.
Should you wish to participate, then by all means, click on Rochelle’s name and get the hows and whys and if you just want to read more stories, then click on the blue frog.
Genre: Remembery (yes, I decided to call it that)
Word count: 100 – always
Wait For Us!
After spending the day in Sint Maarten, we gave ourselves 60 minutes to return the Jeeps and make our way to the cruise ship.
Traffic jam! In “downtown” Philipsburg? Really? Over the walkie-talkie, Sébastien said, “If I make a move, will you follow?”
“Right”, said Mick, “Follow! You’re crazy! We’re not even moving!”
“Just follow me!”
Movie-like, Sébastien, shifted to the left onto the sidewalk and drove past the traffic jam, pedestrians scattering in all directions.
We three families followed, dropped off the Jeeps and ran like crazy up the pier.
“Wait for us!!!” we yelled before the ship pulled away.