I saw Rosey on Saturday in the mall. Said she was getting some glasses.
‘Wine glasses? Beer?’ I asked.
She giggled, poked me in the ribs then trotted off.
I was enjoying a quiet pint last night. Suddenly there was an enormous crash. Someone had walked straight into a drinks-laden table! I spun round to see a young lady wiping the laps of three beer-drenched guys with her scarf. Then she turned and headed my way. It was Rosey sporting an enormous pair of spectacles.
‘Hello, Rosey’ I chuckled. She raised her glasses and peered from beneath them.
‘Oh, it’s you! Like my specs?’
‘Nice, but you can’t see anything!’
‘Good idea then?’
Friday Fictioneers is hosted by Rochelle who also provided the photograph.