Adam swiped at the buzzing clock before wiping a hand across his face. It was too early, as always, but especially after last night. The night’s activity didn’t diminish the day’s responsibilities however, so he rolled out of bed.
Memories of the night flashed through his mind as he dressed. Had they really been swimming in December? Naked?
Please no pictures.
He smiled and poured coffee in a large cup. Tales of last night would show up at work. Grown men were the worst gossips after all.
He’d know what happened soon enough, if he could only find his boots.
WC: 100
This picture was a toughie! I was going to tackle the prompt yesterday, but after blanking on the prompt, the story was pushed to Thursday. Anyway, per normal, I’ve no idea if the idea I had will come across, but I hope it does and that you enjoy it!
See you next week!
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May be he forgot to slip them on. He will likely find them beside the pool.
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Maybe, but I fear he’s going to be late for work.
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My guess? When he’s presented with the picture, he’ll know who has his boots
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No mistaking their location then!
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Oh, the morning after the night before. I can relate to that! Come on, start looking for those boots …
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Thanks Jilly! Mornings are hard even without the night before, so the boots just add insult to injury, I think.
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Haha, he made it home at least – just without his boots! Good fun Russell 🙂
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No doubt! Making it home is always a plus.
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Sounds like one of those nights – he will always remember and wished he could forget.
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Thanks James! He’ll at least remember the morning after anyway.
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I recall such a night, far to far back in time, you made me smile, thank you…
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Thanks Michael! I’m glad you liked it!
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If his boots were the only things lost at the lake, I think he’s most fortunate. Apparently he managed to get SOME clothes on 🙂
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I agree! He was lucky to get home with only the loss of his boots.
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That makes for great memories… well, the ones he does have 😉
Fun one, Russell!
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Thanks Dale! Maybe he can recall a few more after a few days too.
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For no idea you came up with a good story. Those kind of nights are just memories for me (or is that dreams?)
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Thanks Irene! Thankfully, I’ve outgrown those nights myself. I prefer memories that I can remember nowadays.
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“Please no pictures” – he should be so lucky! Great take on the prompt, made me smile!
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Thanks Ellie, I’m glad you got a smile out of it! And you’re right, there’s no escaping the pictures in this day of the cell phone camera.
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In a room somewhere else, somebody is wondering where those boots came from!
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Lol! I didn’t think about that, but it’s a real possibility!
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Dear Russell,
I have a feeling those boots will come back to haunt him. Interesting that he should think men are biggest gossips of all. 😉 Good one.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks Rochelle! I work with a bunch of men. Let me tell ya, they like a good rumor to spread around!
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Very fun read. Very relateable!
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Thanks Lisa! I’m glad you liked it!
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Rite of passage I’d say. There’s worse things he could be looking for this day after the night before……ya know?
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For sure! All things considered, he’s a pretty lucky guy.
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