Flash Fiction #8

Paradise

 

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Even after working for years among the madding crowd, to afford it, he didn’t think one percent of those who’d attended his retirement party realized that, “Getting away from it all” meant owning a small, offshore island.

Almost self-sufficient, he only came to “town” about once a month.  Today, after some shopping, he would sooner be at the diner beyond the dentist’s back window than in this chair, but he’d need good teeth to continue to enjoy that.

One hour, and one bacon cheeseburger from now, he’d be on the little ferry, back to Eden.

 

Go to Rochelle’s, Addicted to Purple blog, and use her weekly Wednesday photo as a prompt to write a complete, 100 word story.

 

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