“So… What do you think? Fantastic right?” her eyes sparkling, contemplating the magazine, then facing me.
With nothing better on mind I just throw a “Truly Fantastic!” at her.
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Look at her there, with that ridiculous cord phone to her ear, pretending to talk to who knows who, maybe some dimwit she'll see later at night. Her smile as affected as her flowered blouse, who wears that on the beach nowadays? Or even worse, who has a damn phone on the beach? That’s right, she is on the beach, lying under an umbrella that protects her from the raging sun.
“So… What do you think? Fantastic right?” her eyes sparkling, contemplating the magazine, then facing me. With nothing better on mind I just throw a “Truly Fantastic!” at her.
Sue Clayton
16/1/2021 01:59:08 am
You've truly captured his scorn for his companion, Bruno. I say he, could have been a she.
Bruno
16/1/2021 04:02:54 am
Thank You! I guess that will depend on each Reader's perception. But I had one thing on mind while writing this: Friends (men/women) can be very mean, specially inside their heads. Comments are closed.
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