Good Wednesday, my peeps! It’s Friday Fictioneers Day and I could not resist this photo. It kinda called me to do a certain sequel to my story from a couple weeks ago. As always, a thank you to Rochelle, our fearless leader, who, while still frolicking in the ocean, still manages to host our weekly shindig. Should you want to join in and write a story inspired by Roger Bultot’s photo, then click on the frogs below to add your link!
Since you didn’t like my choice last time we got together, you pick.
It was disgusting. And great, it’s terrasse weather. I know just the place.
Terrace weather, you mean.
Terrasse, terrace. The important thing is we sit outside.
In the shade?
Yes, in the shade.
Okay. Meet you there?
This is your choice?
Yes, this is my choice.
You thought my tables looked like toilets, what the hell is this?
Art? It’s graffiti!
Stop. The food and drinks are worth it.
They better be.
At least we won’t feel crowded.
Why does that bring me no comfort?