“Excuse me, ma’am, but you’re not allowed to go wading in the lake,” the bellhop yelled.
“Isn’t this the most beautiful view you have ever seen?” the woman standing in water that almost reached her knees said.
“Yes, it is beautiful,’ the man agreed. “But you can’t just walk out into the water. If you’d like, I can arrange for a paddle boat.”
“That won’t be necessary, but thank you,” she said, and continued walking into the lake.
“But ma’am,” the man objected.
“Young man,” she said. “I’m dying and this is the only way I will ever see heaven.”
I’m not sure how I missed this on Wednesday, but here is my post for Bikurgurl’s 100 Word Wednesday prompt.
“You’re in for a treat today,” Jeremy told his twin sons.
“It’s freezing,” Lenny complained as the three approached the Louvre.
“Who knew it snowed in Paris?” John said.
“This is stunning,” Jeremy said. “See how the sun is reflecting off the glass pyramid onto the museum’s facade? I need to get a picture.”
“Come on, Dad,” Lenny pleaded. “I’m shivering.”
“Fine,” Jeremy said. “Go inside boys. I’ll be there in a minute.”
“Some treat, huh?” John said to his twin.
“Yeah,” said Lenny. “Taking us to the Moulin Rouge to see those French can-can dancers. That would be a treat.”
This is another “twofer.” First, it’s my response to today’s one-word prompt, “treat.” Second, it’s my post for today’s 100 Word Wednesday prompt from Bikurgurl. Photo credit: Stacy Wyss.
Reginald always brought his own dice when he went to the craps table in the smoke-filled back room of the speakeasy.
When it was his turn to be the shooter, Reginald would ceremoniously open up the small, black leather pouch in which he kept the red dice with white pips, dropping them with flair onto the table’s green felt.
Regulars knew that Reginald’s dice were loaded, but his father, who was the chief of police, could raid the place and shut it down.
One night, a stranger called Reginald out about his loaded dice. It was snake eyes for Reginald.
Written for this week’s 100 Word Wednesday prompt from Bikurgurl. Photo by Aldric Rivat.
“Those drinks look absolutely delicious,” Ralph said. “You went all out this year.”
“Yes, I wanted this year’s Christmas gathering to be special,” Linda said. “After all, It’s official now.” She held up her left hand, showing him her engagement ring.
Ralph sighed. “I’m so happy for you and Michael,” he said. “You deserve one another.”
Linda excused herself. “I’ll be right back.” When she returned with Michael, she said, “Michael, this is Ralph, my ex.”
“A toast,” Ralph said, handing Michael a drink.
Michael took a sip, turned blue, fell to the floor, and died.
“Happy Holidays,” Ralph said.
Written for today’s 100 Word Wednesday prompt from Bikurgurl. Photo by Brooke Lark.
Christopher had never flown in first class before. Each time he boarded a plane, he’d walk through the first class cabin on his way to the cheap seats and wonder what it would be like to fly in first class. But he didn’t fly enough to earn upgrade miles and he couldn’t afford to buy a first class ticket.
So he was thrilled when told that, due to an overbooking on his flight, he was being seated in first class. Once in the air, the flight attendant took Christopher’s drink order. He sat back and enjoyed his rum and Coke.
Written for today’s 100 Word Wednesday prompt from Bikurgurl. Photo credit: John Luke Laube