Archie dug his toes into the sand, relaxing in his reclining chair.
From the tepee he heard Agnes clattering about. She stumbled out.
‘You said you wanted a holiday with plenty of sun and sand.’ He didn’t open his eyes as she slumped into the chair next to him.
‘Don’t feign innocence. You knew what I meant and you know I hate camping.’
‘This isn’t camping dear, it’s desert glamping.’
Agnes reached over and jerked the catch on his chair. It collapsed in a heap, with Archie sprawled on top of it.
‘Feeling glamorous yet?’ she asked, as Archie spat out a mouthful of sand.
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).
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