Flash Fiction #191

Vacation

PHOTO PROMPT © Ceayr

AM I BLUE? NO!

Ah, to be a Canadian Snowbird in South Carolina, for a week in October. Not really Snowbirds – snow hasn’t actually fallen in Southern Ontario – yet. Warm like summer at home, but not yet crowded with boorish, Speedo-wearing Quebecois.

The beaches are delicious – tanning and soaking up sun. It’s easy to tell tourists from townies. Canadians are frolicking in the surf, while the natives are dressed in down-filled coats, like Canucks will be in a month, when they have to shovel that snow. They stare, wondering why we build sand-castles, and not igloos.

Nobody in Canada owns a powder blue villa. 😀

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21 thoughts on “Flash Fiction #191

  1. draliman says:

    Their villas might be powder blue under all the snow, you just can’t tell 🙂

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  2. I lived in northern Canada when I was young. People would be out in shorts and T-shirts in the spring when it finally got up to 0 degree Celsius. 🙂

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  3. I have never understood the parkas when it is a balmy 50F Nice story.

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  4. DB McNicol says:

    Cute take on the prompt!

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    • Archon's Den says:

      It’s based on real-life occurrences. 🙂
      Of course, it goes the other way too. When the summer temps and the humidity are both 110, Atlanta businessmen are mowing their lawns in 3-piece suits, while Canadians are losing sweat faster than they can pour beer in. 😯

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  5. Dale says:

    Yep. We Canucks are a tough lot. Wearing shorts at 15-16C, sitting out on terraces until October, soaking up the last of the heat…

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  6. I don’t know why tourists come to Canada in a month they consider so cold. There’s no snow yet to ski on and they can’t swim until it gets warmer. I’d guess they come for the scenery. Good story, I enjoyed the humor. 🙂 — Suzanne

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    • Archon's Den says:

      I have a blog-post where I tell of an American (and his family) in my home town, ready to go skiing – on Labor Day weekend. His home was 150 miles west but…. we were Canada. 😯

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  7. Lively reflections and a sense of place, I like the wry tone.

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  8. granonine says:

    Great write. I was smiling all the way through 🙂

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