“Oh what a tangled web we weave, when we practice …”
PHOTO PROMPT © Victor and Sarah Potter
How did I get here? Last I recall was drink in hand.”
“Oh my head!” Bright lights came dully into focus to the annoyance of my pounding cranium. A potting shed? A restaurant? Where ever, stainless steel was the Hygge way.
Curtain less, freezing and in clear need of a good dusting, there would not be a rebooking here. Where ever here might be. TripAdvisor would hear of this!
“Hello” I yelled.
From the shadows stepped a Bondesque wanna be, lighting a cigarette.
“Cliche’, much?” I snarled.
You’ll never break me! bwahhhhhh.
um, well. Not to get carried away-
Until next time,