The Misfire

Photo by: wildverbs

On the tiny isle of Miklos, resorts sprouted up everywhere. The super-rich and the famous flocked to its opulent hotels and warm seas. Here, Niko plied his gold-digging trade.

He found her sitting in a beach chair, broad-rimmed hat flowing around her hair. A filmy, white dress fluttered in the breeze across the seat back. Birds flocked above her. Clearly, she was alone.

He approached from behind, letting his rich voice touch her. “The sea seeks its bliss in the beauty of your eyes. The wind longs to caress your skin. Your beautiful dress dances across your body, wondering at the glorious curves of you.”

He saw her twitch at his words, knowing she was touched by his practiced oratory. He drew near to her.

“Even the white birds flock to be close to your beauty.”

As he stepped next to her, she removed her hat.

“I’ll tell my wife you like her dress,” said Frank, lounging against the dress and scratching at his beard. “And I’m pretty sure the seagulls after my fish & chips.”
Written for: Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers:

About EagleAye

I like looking at the serious subjects in the news and seeking the lighter side of the issue. I love satire and spoofs. I see the ridiculous side of things all the time, and my goal is to share that light-hearted view.
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13 Responses to The Misfire

  1. Joy Pixley says:

    LOL! Step 1 before telling a woman she’s beautiful: make sure she’s a woman.

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  2. James Pyles says:

    To be fair, I’m sure Frank had the legs for his wife’s dress. 😀

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  3. Hahahaha! He got caught with his hands in the cookie jar so to speak! LOL! Loved the twist at the end! Great story!

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  4. The last line ties in with mine.

    Liked by 1 person

  5. Ha ha ha ha. Killer ending!

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  6. Anagha Yatin says:

    Hehehehe…what a twist. Never saw that coming!

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