Here he comes, full of bluster, just like his president.
He wasn’t ruining the holiday exactly, but every time that bellowing voice approached the pool area, the patrons visibly slumped.
‘Mornin’ y’all!’ He hefted his great bulk onto a lounger. ‘S’cuse me, boy! A little refreshment over here!’ The pool boy reluctantly answered the beckoning call.
‘I can’t take another day of this,’ I said to Cassandra.
We had come to relax and recover from the start to the year.
‘Hot air balloon?’ Cassandra raised an eyebrow.
I had resisted, now I agreed.
Might as well make use of all the hot air blowing around.
Written for Friday Fictioneers 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 stories of 100 words based on this week’s prompt, visit HERE.
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