Well I think a month has passed since my last submission to Friday Fictioneers and I am glad to be back! I hope that your holidays were wonderful and that you have caught your breath after the hectic pace.
It has turned into the great white and frozen north here in Indiana and I am hoping for a slight thaw here soon. Be warm and safe where you are! (And if you are warm, as in a warmer climate, please don’t rub it in!) 🙂
Thank you Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for your leadership with this wonderful group! Here is this weeks photo prompt. (This is Flash Fiction at it’s finest! 100 words or so is the limit.)
Sign, Sign… Really?
©By Jim Kane
“Sign Sign everywhere a sign
Blocking out the scenery breaking my mind
Do this, don’t do that, can’t you read the sign..”
The radio blared the classic tune as George quickly looked for the bathroom, or at least a bathroom, after a quick swim in the ocean.
“George, where are you going?” shouted Marge, still his sweetheart and wife after 45 years of marriage, against the surf and stiff breeze.
Not bothering to answer, because he could not wait, he spotted the salmon colored structure and cautiously climbed the steps hoping for salvation.
RESTROOMS ARE LOCATED 100 YARDS UP THE BEACH the sign said.