Someday I’ll Marry Julie-With-The-Pretty-Blonde-Hair
I can tell by the roll of my sister’s eyes—she does not want to take me on the Magic Mushroom ride again. Silly Sis. It’s not the ride that makes me drag her by her sleeve into line again.
Finally, she succumbs and stomps into line, and I’m within inches of my love. When an intoxicating scent wraps around me, I wonder: Is it cotton candy or Julie-with-the-Pretty-Blonde-Hair?
It doesn’t matter. I could live here forever.
Our mushroom takes flight. I point, unable to contain my enthusiasm. “Someday, I’ll marry Julie-with-the-Pretty-Blonde-Hair,” I yell.
Sis rolls her eyes. Again.
Friday Fictioneers is a compilation of writers from around the world who gather online weekly, guided by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The challenge? To write a story in 100 words or less based on a new photo prompt.
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Thank you, J. Hardy Carroll for a fun photo prompt!
Just last week, I had fun in a Flying Triceratops with my grandson, Tommy, at Disney World’s Magic Kingdom. Though I’m pretty sure, at the age of four, it was flying a Triceratops that made Tommy squeal with joy, and not Julie-with-the-Pretty-Blonde-Hair.
I must admit, I squealed a little, too. 🙂