Archie sat in the small boat. ‘Is that it? We’ve hardly got out of the bay. You didn’t even put the sail up.’
‘No wind in the bay for that,’ the boat owner answered.
‘Well, I haven’t found anything luxurious about my cruise at all.’
‘I’m sorry you feel that way, although as you’ve had the full hour, I can’t offer you a refund.’
Archie jumped over the side and landed in the shallow sea, soaking his shoes and trousers. He trudged up the sandy beach to where Agnes was sitting. She peered at him over the top of her book. ‘Well, how was it?’
‘Splendid. you would have enjoyed it,’ Archie replied through gritted teeth.
A tanned, young man walked passed. He gave Agnes a wave. She waved back with a beaming smile.
‘Who’s that?’ Archie asked.
‘The hotel masseur, Ricardo,’ Agnes replied, picking up her book once more. ‘I decided to treat myself to a little bit of luxury too.’
Archie removed his shoes and began scraping the wet sand from his feet.
Written as part of Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. The challenge is to write a flash fiction story in around 150 words, based on the weekly photo prompt. Thanks as always to the challenge host Priceless Joy. For more information visit HERE.
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