The Unicorn Challenge.
A magical new weekly writing opportunity from her – Jenne Gray – and me.
Visit her blog every Friday to see the photo prompt, and post your amazing story in her comments section.
Or on your own blog, and stick the link down in her comments.
The rules are:
Maximum of 250 words.
Based on photo prompt.
That’s it.
To hear me read my story, just click here:
Boat Trip
My husband isn’t really a bad guy.
He’s just thoughtless, takes me a bit for granted.
I don’t believe there’s anything going on with his cute little secretary, despite all the talk.
Anyway, I decided he needs a lesson.
I love going out in the day boat, I just wish he’d ask me more often.
Today I invited myself.
And I sent the anonymous message to the detective.
‘Jetty 7 am’
He saw us go out.
We had a lovely morning, followed by a great, long lunch.
I gave hubby an extra glass of rosé, then let him relax.
After lunch on the water, he always sleeps for a good hour.
Which is when I nicked my finger on the cheese knife before slipping overboard and swimming for about forty minutes to the far side of the bay.
Then I phoned my friend Marie, who lives in near isolation out on the headland.
I know the detective will be there this evening, watching the boats return.
He’s not too smart, but he tries hard.
He’ll want to know why he got that message.
And where I am.
My poor husband is in for a pretty rough time.
Especially from my policeman brother, who can be fairly aggressive when upset.
Even more so when they look in the boat’s tool bag and find the wrench.
With a couple of hairs, and my blood, on it.
In a couple of days, hubby will be delighted to see me.
A cunning plan and hopefully a lesson learned. A terrific tale ma’am, sorry, sir!
Gotta shake ’em up sometimes, eh, Keef?
See? Never cross a woman, we have our own logic!
Terrific imagination – for a man! 😏
Such a cleverly crafted story – as always.
You are very kind, Jenne – for a woman…
Excellent reply!
Delightful hairy wrench story, CE. I was much buoyed by it.
I got a sinking feeling when I read this, Doug.
Boom, tish. 🙂
Hope the detective is not as clever as he ought to be. Otherwise the next time hubby sees her, she’ll be behind bars, waving as he strolls past with his secretary. Yikes!!
I do enjoy it when a reader writes their own story, Liz!
But I’m not sure what law you think my MC has broken?
Ha! That is yet to be seen.
Excellently nefarious punishment.
Ain’t nothin passive aggressive there, right?
I trust she’ll explain all to the authorities before he gets sent to lock-up to await arraignment.
Sometimes a lady has to push the boat out a bit to get some attention, Clark!
Oh my my, C.E.! Have you been spying on me? We are on the same wavelength today.
Fantastic read and so very clever. We women are like that. But stay tuned for a role reversal … and that’s all I’m going to say.
Spying on you, Nancy?
I don’t think my old heart could stand anything so exciting!
And I think the lady in my story is more of a lady than the lady in yours…
You’ll get no argument from this lady, C.E., at least not about the ladies in our stories. 🐘
But what took you so long to make the plan? And next time ….. and there will be a next time ….. make a better plan. Forget trying to teach a lesson. Get right to the heart of the matter with that cheese knife.
Laughing.
Perhaps my narrator is a little less bloodthirsty than your sweet self, dear Lady, and just trying to gee up hubby’s ideas a bit!
Carving out his liver with a cheese knife might be considered a tad extreme, don’t you think?
I guess I didn’t think.