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:

Double Trouble

‘Don’t worry,’ she says. ‘They’ll love you!’
We both know that’s not true.
She’s blonde, beautiful, and a ‘fashion consultant’ for Bonjour or Hello or some equally facile glossy.
They are her obscenely wealthy old-money parents, who I’m about to meet for the first time.
They already know some things about me, suspect others, and are completely unaware of my most interesting characteristic.
They know I play football for Olympique de Marseille, or l’OM, pronounced Low Em, and for France.
They know I get paid ridiculous amounts, as much per week as most people earn with a decent annual salary.
They know my skin is many shades darker than theirs.
They suspect, correctly, that I’m using her to raise my commercial profile.
At dinner I lift her wine glass and swallow half.
She laughs, points out I’m driving, and apologises for my absent-mindedness.
I excuse myself to brush my teeth.
I glug happily from my slim flask of Smirnoff peppermint twist.
You see, I can’t do drugs now, too many tests, so I seek my highs in different ways.
Throughout the evening I excuse myself frequently, my eyes increasingly losing focus.
But I’m a high-functioning drunk, I appear utterly sober to others, which is, of course, part of the kick.
As departure time nears, my anticipation grows.
Because what they don’t know is that I get the ultimate buzz by hurtling my Lamborghini Revuelto through the dark, twisting mountain roads of Provence.
With her by my side.
And double vision.