Mornin’, Joe

The slow ringing bells would’ve lulled me back to sleep had my pillow not been vibrating. I swing my legs over the edge of the bed, sink my feet into tennis shoes.

He’s hot, I remind myself as I pry eyelids open, scratch sleep from the corners. Jogging on the beach doesn’t sound painful. We’ll run pier to pier, stop for a bagel on the way home…

I pretend I’ve just finished stretching when I answer the door. Instead of his steel, gray eyes, I am greeted by a harness and rope.

“I know this great place for rock climbing!”

word count: 100

—Nortina


sandraFriday Fictioneers is a weekly challenge where you must write a story in 100 words or less using the provided photo prompt as inspiration. Click the froggy icon to ready other stories and add your own.

Advertisements

37 thoughts on “Mornin’, Joe

  1. This was fun indeed! Whoa! You can’t be changin’ plans like that, man! Methinks this is a case of the woman ready to go waaaaay outside her comfort zone to get a man’s attention… Ain’t no one got time for that!

    Liked by 1 person

  2. So, I guess you’re not into harnesses and ropes….
    what if they were soft red and fuzzy, and came with some morning chocolates, and a whispered, hi sweetheart, are you up for reaching some new heights?

    Good story of “The Princess and The Hiker”

    Randy

    Liked by 1 person

  3. There’s a limit to what a woman would do for a hot man and it stops at jogging. Nice one – funny too. The harness and rope took me down a serial killer path for a second , so the ending was a surprise twist.

    Liked by 1 person

Don't Keep It to Yourself. Write It Down!

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s