Friday Fictioneers: Bucket-List Cruise


Standing on the top deck, he tossed back a drink. “Why are you on this so-call ‘Bucket-List Cruise’?” She sauntered over next to him.

He laughed, feeling the liquor coursing through his system, “To fulfill my bucket list, of course,” looking down at the empty glass, “why are you?”

She shrugged, “Same.”

*****

Three months prior, they were both sitting in a chair in their doctor’s office. “I’m sorry to tell you this,” both doctors have begun, “your prognosis…is not looking well.”

They both knew they were doomed by their illnesses, seeping into their core. “How long do I have, doc?”

(100 words)

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