‘Good lord,’ Archie exclaimed. ‘Have you seen what they’ve done to that turret roof?’

Agnes sighed, not looking up from her newspaper. ‘Yes, dear. I saw it when the scaffolding came down last night.’

‘It’s one thing to stick ghastly turret extensions on their house, quite another to have one in gaudy bright colours.’ Archie turned away from the window. ‘It’s hardly in keeping with the surroundings, is it? Typical foreign vulgarity’

‘They’ve invited us round for dinner tomorrow.’ Agnes said.

Archie paused. ‘Good,’ he conceded. ‘About time we got to know some of the locals now we’ve settled in.’

© Sandra Crook

Written as part of the Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (more details HERE). The idea is to write a short story of 100 words based on the photo prompt (above).

To read more stories based on this week’s prompt, visit HERE.

71 responses to “EMIGRANTS”

  1. Cough. That could have been me, first time abroad, talking about German bread being the very best, and the beer… I think there may be hope for Roger. Fun story, gave me a good chuckle.

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