Most everyone was aboard. On time at 8:30 as the instructions said. This was the first day of the cruise and not everyone knew each other. Where the three missing people?
Finally one came running to the gangplank, out of breath. When the ship’s purser asked why she was late, the reason sounded reasonable, she’d forgotten to set her alarm clock to the correct time. As the Captain blew the whistle the second time the second of the missing tour group came strolling along the pier. His reason, “I don’t like to be rushed in the morning, I’ll be along at my own pace.”
The Captain was about to signal the dock-hands to cast off when a flustered grandmotherly type showed up with an overflowing shopping bag , “I had to get souvenirs for my sixteen great-grandchildren, You should wait for me!”
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Here’s another entry in Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers for Jan 10, 2017
Thanks Louise with The Storyteller’s Abode for this week’s photo.