Thank you, Alistair, for Sunday Photo Fiction. I think I am making it in before the deadline. (Last week I forgot to add my entry to Froggy. Ooops.) And, thanks for using my picture! That scene looks a lot different today. Maybe I’ll shoot a pic of its current state.
Do You Believe in Fairy Tales?
I’m all kinds of lost.
I guess fortune smiled when my elderly car hiccupped, coughed, spat dark smoke, then died outside of the small-town mechanics. Fortune stopped smiling when the mechanic wiped his hands on a rag, shook his head, and pronounced Ed the Eclipse dead.
I was stuck like Krazy Glue.
So, at four in the afternoon, cringing at the thought of asking for money from my father, who’d lectured me more than once about pursuing a career (he didn’t call it a career, no something far, far worse) in music instead of becoming a lawyer like him, I skulked into “G(r)in and Beer It” and climbed onto a barstool like the height-challenged woman I am.
The easy-on-the-eyes bartender watched me as if I were summiting Everest. His t-shirt said: No Trespassing. His smirk confounded an already bad day.
Obviously, I attacked. “So, your t-shirt.”
“I lost a bet.”
“It’s a cotton chastity belt.”
“Your girlfriend says you’re off-limits.”
I grinned. “So why?”
Raising an eyebrow, I waited.
He grumbled unintelligible words.
“My sister said the first person who asked me about the shirt was my soulmate.”
10 thoughts on “Do You Believe in Fairy Tales?”
Oh! So much said in so few words. Very well done Sascha
Thank you, Dahlia. 🙂
And thanks for the photo
Wonderful – love it
Thank you so much, Deb!
Love this. Funny and unexpected. And I believe in Harry Potter. Does that count?
Sure. Harry Potter works for me. But you’re a fiction writer so obviously you believe in fairy tales!
Laughing, cute story.
🙂 Thank you!