HEN PARTY
Six of us flew to Tenerife for Leanne’s
hen do. The apartment was pretty basic, but it didn’t matter because we were
out every night.
In one nightclub this creepy bloke
bought us all drinks, and when we staggered home in the pitch dark he tried to
kiss me. Eeuuw!
He pinned me against a palm-tree – I still
remember his long pointed teeth – but then the moon came out like a spotlight,
there was a horrible screech, and a black shape flapped up into the tree. When
I looked round, the bloke had just vanished.
A real weirdo, that one!
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Dozens of people from all over the world write a 100-word story each week prompted by a photograph. This week's photo was taken by Dale Rogerson. Go to https://rochellewisoff.com/ and follow the links to Friday Fictioneers, read what others have written, and perhaps to take part?
