Friday Fictioneers: Bachelorette Party

I watched the man rowed away. “Wait for me, get me off this thing!” I wanted to shout.

As much as I wanted to support my best friend – the bachelorette – I don’t want to be here. Didn’t Payton know I’m deathly afraid of water? Yet, she’s chosen this damn deathtrap to hold her bachelorette party. Wait the minute, is this an intervention?

“Alright ladies, what shall we do first?” Sandy asked.

“How about we eat?” Payton suggested.

How about we get off this thing? I wanted to say but held my tongue. Honestly, am I going to survive this party?

(100 words)

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