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Lost – Friday Fictioneers

Ahh yes… friends and camping.  Many a memory do I have of certain trips.  We’ll just leave it at that for now on this Wednesday afternoon.

Welcome to Friday Fictioneers, where people from all over the world not only attempt but succeed in writing a 100-word story based on a photo prompt supplied by our fearless leader, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  This week, she has prompted us with a photo from her other half, Jan.  Thanks for taking your yearly trip to Sturgis and supplying such a great photo, Jan!

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©Jan Wayne Fields

Lost

The group of friends were loud and drunk, raising hell around their campsite.

She staggered her way to the bathroom, the sounds dimming as she approached the building.

After doing her business, she tried to make her way back.   Wait.  Which direction?  Follow the laughter.   Wait.  What laughter?  Look for the campfire.  Wait.  What campfire?

She stumbled, tripping over exposed roots.   Finally.  George, alone, grinning Goofy-like, fire out, sitting on the picnic table.

“What took you so long?”

“Dammit!  Where were you?  I was lost!  Why didn’t you come search for me?”

Laughing, “Seriously?  You were all of  15 feet away!”

104 thoughts on “Lost – Friday Fictioneers

  1. Dear Dale,

    Some camping trips are like that, particularly when there’s too much wine involved. I’m kind of surprised she didn’t pee in someone else’s tent. 😉 You made me laugh. Good fun.

    Here’s looking up your old address,

    Rochelle

  2. I enjoyed this. It reminded me (again) of my Sturgis camping trip. I would wander out in the middle for my business and had to be very careful that I didn’t get lost in the dark. I’m not good with directions under the best of conditions.

    • How very glad am I that you’ve laughed your tent off – seriously, too funny.
      And how can one not panic when one is ahhh fuzzy in the brain?

      Thank you, kind sir!

  3. Good little vignette. I got the flavor of their relationship in those 100 words. I love camping. Much of mine was canoeing in the Algonquin Park with the church youth group. Nothing to drink but water and coffee.

  4. This is only my 3rd read and two have already been bathroom confessions. At least you didn’t pee on an electric fence. We were out with some girls one night and one did. You could hear her scream for a mile.

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