What an exciting day it was going to be! Penelope had arranged with her two friends, Chloe and Bella, to go to the Garden Show in the morning, have lunch at the Café de la Pixie, followed by a game of miniature golf. A day out for the girls!
Bella was the undisputed champion of mini-golf, and Penelope and Chloe were determined to take her down a notch or two. They had practised secretly for weeks.
Luncheon at the Café de la Pixie was Cloe’s idea. The menu catered for fantasy: Poisonous Toadstools, Fairy Rings, Magic Elixir, Witches’ Brew, and so on. It was designed for adults with a sense of innocence, and Chloe had heard the food was extraordinary. Of course they had booked weeks ahead, and the date of their outing was in fact dictated by the booking.
Most of all, Penelope looked forward to the Garden Show. She was particularly interested to see the display of garden bridges. Who knows? One such bridge might be perfect for the little trickling creek in her back yard.
The three met at Penelope’s and were to move on from there taking just the one vehicle. They were ready to go. “Let the adventure begin!” exclaimed Bella.
That is when the phone call came.
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Ooh, I like this, Bruce. Either the start of a novel or maybe just leave it alone to get people thinking.
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Thanks Chris. I too thought of both options!
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Penelope’s husband called…wishing her a good time with her friends… How is that for anti-climatic?
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He may have phoned her, but you don’t seem to realize he had taken his 3 transgender children to get operated on and things went tragically wrong.
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Oh yes…the 12 year old ones. I completely forgot.
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Someone was poisoned at the Cafe de la Pixie!
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With the magic mushrooms I’m not surprised.
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I’ve never encountered anyone who writes quite like you do, Bruce. In a carbon-copy world, unique things must be cherished, because they offer a refreshing alternative to things as they are. The worst thing to encounter is someone who copies someone else for the sake of approval. In seeking to please no one but yourself, you satisfy the audience.
— Greatvampire
http://www.friendsofthegreatvampire.wordpress.com
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Thank you. I must admit I rather enjoy it when a story of mine gets plagiarized and students hand it to the teacher as their own! I once came across a poem I wrote in my teens published with another name in another school’s year book!
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Yet another reason to hate cell phones. Always interrupting something.
But, wait! The car they were going to take…Was its warranty expired‽‽‽
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It was not road-worthy. Water in the petrol and sand in the gears.
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tsk-tsk
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The phone call is reminiscent of the legendary saga of The Matrix. I am sure an explosive twist is in offing, of which teleportation is merely a catalyst event.
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Not everything in my life is Science Fiction. I dislike immensely the “Fiction” aspect. Of course, as you know, the fiction bit is actually fiction, but so many aliens despise my planet that they try to run me into the mud at every opportunity.
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The big problem with Crazy Golf is that it’s never really crazy, is it?
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Balls!
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Well, they are of course…
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I assume, based on previous experience with your stories, that this is headed for a sweepstakes win of some sort, which will inevitably lead to a fatal overdose of poison toadstools.
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You read me like a book.
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Such suspense and intrigue BA.
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Thank you Nitin!
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