Flash Fiction: The Impromptu Vacation

Flash Fiction: The Impromptu Vacation


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.

23 thoughts on “Flash Fiction: The Impromptu Vacation

  1. Another great example (having just read Graham’s story), of people having a very different idea about what counts as a fun vacation. I imagine it’s going to be hard for Adam to appreciate the beauty of his surroundings given that his companion is having such a hard time of it. What an awful situation for both of them — one that you portray very effectively!


  2. I can relate to this woman. Some of are just more out doorsy then others. I’m sure she would’ve found a sunrise beautiful, but being covered in Mosquitos on a hard bed, night after night, that gets to you and her husband should’ve known better. Great write!

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  3. O dear, he should have gone to a camping shop and brought her an inflatable bed, then filled it with laughing gas. A tiny tiny pin hole would have her in stitches. πŸ˜‰

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