Hello Dear Readers! Happy Wednesday! The only day of the week that has a hump — giving the rest of the days of the week something to grip onto thus keeping them from flying off into space.
Plus Wednesday is also Friday Fictioneers Day, hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple — so it’s all good.
Here’s the prompt picture which will serve as this week’s inspiration for a 100-word story provided by Dawn M. Miller.
Benny Flump’s French
Mademoiselle Bouillabaisse-Bourgeois crossed the lobby of the Eiffel Tower, and all eyes drank of her beauty like they were drinking a tumbler of Chardonnay after eating a 16-inch baguette.
But no eyes drank more than Benny Flump’s. Benny’s eyes were bigger than his stomach when it came to beautiful French women. And Benny thought Mademoiselle Bouillabaisse-Bourgeois the most beautiful creature he had ever pronounced.
They would marry!
At the top of the Eiffel Tower she said “I do.” Benny replied “adieu” and then jumped.
Oh, Benny Flump’s French left a lot to be desired I should have probably said earlier.
Until next time . . . I love you