“Why are we doing this?”
“Gayle, we’ve been over this fifty times.”
“I still need convincing.”
“Rest assured, a week on a deserted island will be exciting.”
“This is really deserted.”
“Where’s your sense of adventure?”
“Adventures are funny things. They’re never…”
Gayle stopped deadpan and stared at Bill. All the ways she used to describe their summer long romance paraded across her mind.
“They’re never what?” Bill beckoned.
‘I love our adventures together,’ she had told her mother. ‘He’s my adventurer,” she said to Suzie over lunch. One by one, all the ways she used ‘adventure’ to describe Bill cascaded through her mind.
“Never what?” Bill asked again.
“Never as good as they sound,” she admitted. The words stung her. In a flash, his chiseled physique appeared as deserted as the island.
“Bill, we’ve gotta go back.”
‘I can’t do this,” she flailed. (144 Words)
This story is submitted as part of Flash Fiction for Aspiriting Writers. Thank you to Patricia Littlefair at Priceless Joy for organizing this wonderful event and to all participants. Amazing opportunity with amazing stories. 🙂