It’s been a blah week for me. I can’t seem to get enough sleep. Usually my pain meds knock me right out – I wouldn’t hear a bomb go off – but lately I’m waking up 2 or three times every night. And it’s hard to be creative when I’m a zombie.
Actually, if I were a real Zombie, I could probably make a fortune in movie deals. That’s the only kind of movie they make anymore, isn’t it? TV series are even worse.
So, I’m glad I have Friday Fictioneers & Rochelle Wisoff-Fields to help with the creative juices. And Sandra Cook’s photo made it easy for me. Two years ago, The Viking and I spent 7 wonderful weeks driving through Europe. I kept a journal of our adventures which I will write out into a full Travel Book soon-ish but, in the meantime, I poached a typical moment for Friday Fictioneers.
Steve & Cheryl – Lost Again!
“For Gawdsakes, Cheryl!! That’s our hotel! We’re right back where we started!”
Cheryl looked from the hotel to the map. Once, twice, three times. “I don’t understand. The Cathedral should be here!”
“Are you holding the map upside down?”
“No, Steve, I’m not! It’s all these twisty streets and palazzos every second block! And why won’t they put proper street signs up?! How am I supposed to know where we are without street signs?! Aaaagh!!” She hit the map with the back of her hand and it ripped in half.
“Okay. Calm down. Let’s get a coffee and start again.”
Word count: 100
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