“Say what?” Percy almost choked on the salad greens he was eating.
Jeremy sighed again, “She’s beautiful.”
“My future bride – I just saw her again.”
Percy looked at his friend in confusion. “Saw who? What are you talking about Jerm?”
“She was at the park yesterday, and again today. It must be fate…we’re meant to be together.”
“Jerm, if you don’t start making sense, I’m going to knock you from here to Michaelmas!”
“You don’t believe me!” Jeremy’s eyes were bright with unshed tears.
“Okay, okay, why don’t we go to the park and you can show me the love of your life.”
Jeremy leapt off the grass and flew down the road towards the park. “C’mon, Percy. Quick, before she leaves.”
They arrived at the park and Jeremy pulled Percy into the shadow of a tree.
“See? What did I tell you? Isn’t she gorgeous?” Jeremy was all of a flutter.
Percy looked across the sports oval to the object of Jeremy’s amorous declarations. He stared, rubbed his eyes and stared again.
“Jeremy, you great pillock, you need glasses. That’s not a lady-beetle. It’s a bloomin’ half-deflated soccer ball.”
Every Sunday, Alastair posts one of his flash fiction photo prompts. To join in (you only need 200 words or less), or just read some of the crazy tales, go to Sunday Photo Fiction.