Please Note: this is 100% fiction!
I have never been particularly fond of the family’s annual trek to “Nowhereland”. I call it that because the trail literally lead to nowhere. The rocky paths, the never-ending stone steps, and the endless bickering are always the integral parts of the trek.
“I’d rather stay here.” Susie, my friend, says over that morning’s hotel breakfast.
“Please,” I plead. “I can use a companion. We can make fun of their argument. Please…”
She rolls her eyes, “Oh, all right, but you, missy, you own me a spa date.”
“Deal.”
“Complete with a super long massage and facial?”
“Whatever you like.”
(100 words)
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Good one.
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Thank you. 🙂
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You’re welcome
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I say, forget the trek go straight to the spa. Obligations are with us all, well told.
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I say, absolutely.
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Come for the views, stay for the bickering.
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😄😄😄
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It’s always good to have a friend along for the trek!
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Absolutely!
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Ah, the price friends pay, on both ends, to make one another happy.
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