‘If we don’t get there soon, there’ll just be empty bottles and burnt bits left’ yelled Fred. Charlie was struggling to keep up.
Reverend Godfrey greeted them on the village green. ‘Gentlemen, you look exhausted’.
‘We are Vic’ said Fred. ‘Where’s the beer and burgers?’
Oh, err, well, Miss Fothergill and Widow Applethwaite have iced buns and tea in the tent, but you must vote first’.
‘Why yes gentlemen, for our Carnival Senior Princess. My money’s on naughty Lottie Lovette. Marvellous for ninety-three, and that bathing costume…’
They looked towards her and she winked.
‘B..b..but the barbecue….’ stammered Charlie.
‘Goodness, no chaps, that was yesterday’.
Friday Fictioneers is hosted by Rochelle. This week’s picture is from Anshu Bhojnagarwala.