For this weeks Flash Friday we got a whopping 260 words to write about the following:
“Where Next,” painting by Edward Frederick Brewtnall (1846 – 1902). Public domain.
Manhood
“Are you absolutely certain it’s that way?”
Hank grimaced, “Of course, I have an innate sense of direction. Don’t insult my manhood!”
“I see, well I was just in the bathroom and based on the puddles I am not so sure your manhood has the best sense of direction either.”
“In my defence I was drunk. You’re lucky I was in the bathroom!”
“I told you not to drink so much at the meet and greet.”
“I wanted to fool our competition into thinking I was an incompetent drunk.”
“Well it was very convincing!”
Hanks forehead creased with concentration. Laura waited patiently and then whispered, “You know we could just ask someone…”
“What did you just say?”
“A local. They’d know where it is, I’m sure they do this every year.”
“I do NOT need to ask for directions. Not now, not ever. I got my orienteering badge at Scouts you know.”
“That was a long time ago. I don’t recall the rules saying we couldn’t ask for help.”
“It doesn’t say we can’t murder the other couples either. Should I fetch a cleaver?”
“Now you’re just being silly.” Laura tugged at her midrift, “Honestly I don’t know how they wore this stuff, it’s like a hippo’s sitting on my chest.”
“You think you’ve got it bad, it feels like these trousers are made of scouring pads. I think the previous owner died in them.”
A voice came over the speaker, “Ladies and Gentlemen, two minutes until the start of the old fashioned treasure hunt. A reminder, no iPhones allowed!”
