I don’t like parties. I usually just stand alone, nibbling food, and sipping warm wine. But this time, I was determined to enjoy myself.
Grabbing an unsuspecting girl’s hand I swept her into the midst of the dancing revellers. Unfortunately, she slipped from my grasp, flew across the room and collided with a food-laden table.
I decided to slip away. As I tiptoed to the front door a latecomer barged it open unaware I was standing there, smashing my nose and the glass in the process.
I don’t like hospitals, especially when the young lady sitting beside me is covered in food and nursing a broken wrist.
Friday Fictioneers is hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo is from Dale Rogerson