When Adam suggested they take an impromptu vacation, Zendaya was not expecting rugged sloppy hills and mosquito filled atmosphere as part of the package.
“But honey”, Adam said for about the dozenth time since they’d arrived Pierrah Hills, “we get to watch the sunrise from the comfort of our bed”.
“You mean the mat-covered, stone-laden ground we would sleep on?” Zendaya retorted.
Adam sighed, this was going to be a long week.
They drifted asleep that night to the sound of flies buzzing above their heads mixed with the soft whooshing sound of tree leaves enhanced by the silence of the night.
Adam was the first to awaken the next morning, gawking at the majestic beauty of the sun as it emerged beyond the distant hills. A grumbling sound from behind interruped him.
He turned, “Morning Hun, how was your night?”
Zendaya stared as if he’d just confessed to murder.
“How was my night he asks, well there was nothing good about it if you’d like to know”.
Adam sighed, five more days to go.
word count: 175. The above story is in response to Flash Fiction For Aspiring Writers photo prompt challenge hosted by Priceless Joy. Each week we are given a picture to write a 75-175 word story on. Thank you very much @Joy Pixely for this week’s picture.