Welcome to Wednesday (is it still Wednesday? Yippers, for another hour, here in Montreal, anyway) where sometimes I play Friday Fictioneers. Rochelle keeps us keepin’ on and this week, it’s with the help of C.E. Ayr’s photo. Should you want to play, just click on the frog below and add your own 100-word story which includes a beginning, middle and end. Remember, it’s not what you look at, it’s what you see 😉
Next Best Thing To the Real Thing
Hard to believe we’re in a hotel. My goodness! It feels like we are in the middle of New York!
Welcome to Vegas! Come, let me show you more. They even have a mini Coney Island, including a roller coaster that —
Wait. I hear music. Look! A piano bar!
Yeah. It has duelling pianos. We’ll have a drink there first then dine at Gallagher’s for the best dry-aged beef you’ve ever tasted.
This is so cool. Where are we going tomorrow?
I’m taking you to Paris, Baby.
How about Venice?
It’s the next best thing to the real thing!
Wednesday is here again. Blink of an eye and time to get that muse working. Regular like clockwork this Friday Fictioneers is. And a good thing these challenges keep us somewhat on track. WordPress is being a dick with me (and others, I have since learned). Comments are not showing up in the notification bar so I have to go back into the post to respond. Have no fear, I shall do so! Till then, let us thank c.e. ayr for his photo of a photo and Rochelle for her reminding us what day it is! Click on ze frogue below to add your own 100-word story or to read the other participants’ takes on this lovely image.
She was done hanging on to dreams that were never going to come to fruition. Talk, talk, talk. That’s all they ever did. Every time she tried to make a plan, excuses were offered.
“That’s it! I’m not waiting for you to participate in what I thought was our dream.” She threw the poster to the curb.
During her evening walk, Layla spotted the photo of Paris. “Oh! Wonderful!” She looked around, not wanting to appear a garbage picker, saw the coast was clear and took it home.
“I can now add to my dream board. Paris, here I come!”