Today Pegman ventures to the Dominican Republic. The island is rich in culture and heritage, chock full of wonderful possibilities for the alert storyteller. Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to wander around until you find something that inspires you to write up to 150 words, then link your post using the blue frog below. Remember that reading and commenting on fellow contributors’ work is part of the experience.
Genre: Fiction (probably someone’s reality)
Word Count: 150
This story stands alone, but is also a sequel to my Friday Fictioneers offering this week. Couldn’t help following Mr. and Mrs.Hap 😉
Basking in the ocean breeze, Gretchen stood on the balcony of their hotel suite gazing at the clear blue Caribbean waters. Although her marriage to Jared had a rocky beginning with him blowing a rod on the way to their wedding, she had no doubt the honeymoon would be perfect.
“La Rupiblica Dominica. I can’t wait to swim. I’m glad I took español in school. Didja notice how the waiter smiled when I ordered our dinner in his language?”
Behind her, Jared playfully nibbled her neck “That chicken dish was scrumptious but not as tasty as my bride.”
Gretchen’s stomach gurgled. “Speaking of food.”
“You’re looking a little green, darlin. I’ll go buy some 7-Up to settle your tummy.”
A cramp seized her. The floor tilted as she made a mad dash to the commode.
In the other room, Jared slammed drawers and wailed. “Hells bells, someone’s nabbed my wallet!”
*Note here’s a LINK to the story I wrote when Pegman visited the Dominican Republic two years ago. I almost reposted and then decided not to.