No Sense of Adventure!

PHOTO PROMPT © Rowena Curtin

The ally called Meg, or at least the shops called.

Greg said he’d sit for a while in the pub he’d noticed by the docks.

The man with the bottle of whiskey, “Bill” (wink, wink, nudge, nudge) was interesting.  In fact, his tale about Singapore was so enthralling Greg barely noticed the knife fight.

Greg waved off the guy with his offers of drugs and the woman who offered more.

When 8 police-members, guns drawn, arrested “Bill”, Greg figured he’d find Meg.

“You should have come,” Meg said as they ate.  “I wonder what happened to your sense of adventure!”


word count = 100

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34 thoughts on “No Sense of Adventure!

  1. Ordinary Person

    I liked this one a lot. His callous way of shrugging off Bill getting arrested made me pause for a moment and wonder if anything affects the guy. In a sense, she’s right about him not having a sense of adventure, I guess lol.

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    1. trentpmcd Post author

      Seen from one angle, yes, perhaps there is something off with his sense of adventure. As to “Bill”, there are people that might be better off in jail (or the world would be better off with them in jail), and most likely Greg thought “Bill” was one of them.

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    1. trentpmcd Post author

      I don’t know if Greg attracted that attention or if he just knew exactly where he would find that type of action – there are a of of pubs I’d be afraid to set foot in 😉 Of course Meg thought she had a wonderful adventure… Thanks.



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