“What do you think they did?”
“Photographer, maybe? Travel writer?”
“Professional drinker?”
LOLz.
*
Assigning Paris to the trash seems right. “Take her to Paris,” mother said, “Wine her, dine her, show her the sights and she will say Yes.” I lost her to a book shop. I still don’t know why.
*
I woke up to Paris once again. Colour vision gone it seemed. ‘Til I saw the bottle.
*
Taking out the bins, I saw the dead man’s belongings. They say he changed after that trip. Could never understand why he kept that picture hanging. It must have been the question.
Written for Friday Fictioneers from the following picture prompt (see here for other stories):
“Photographer, maybe? Travel writer?”
“Professional drinker?”
LOLz.
*
Assigning Paris to the trash seems right. “Take her to Paris,” mother said, “Wine her, dine her, show her the sights and she will say Yes.” I lost her to a book shop. I still don’t know why.
*
I woke up to Paris once again. Colour vision gone it seemed. ‘Til I saw the bottle.
*
Taking out the bins, I saw the dead man’s belongings. They say he changed after that trip. Could never understand why he kept that picture hanging. It must have been the question.
Written for Friday Fictioneers from the following picture prompt (see here for other stories):
PHOTO PROMPT © C.E.Ayr
