It’s time for Friday fictioneers again, here’s my 100 word fictional piece prompted by the picture above:
Placing her flip flop clad foot onto the platoon, Tara stepped out of the fishing boat and sighed at the beautiful landscape in front of her.
‘Your bag Ma’am. Have a safe stay,’ the tanned skipper drawled.
Turning to him, she grabbed her bag, giving him a knowing nod in thanks. Sick of everyone telling her what to do, she was looking forward to a summer working on the resort. Her mum couldn’t control her here. Oppressive bitch can go to hell! She laughed – her mum would be going ape by now.