Monday, May 29, 2017


Post 1536. 

Sunday Photo Fiction

I was summoned to a dinner party at Posh Paula’s opulent new pad and told to invite a friend, so I invited my friend Rosey. ‘Meet me there around eight’ I said.

At about eight-twenty whilst sipping my glass of Bollinger Premier Cruz ’97 and engaging in semi-intellectual chit-chat, the doorbell played a pretty tune. At last; I thought Rosey had forgotten.

Paula tottered doorwards in her eight-inch-high Jimmy Choos to greet her final guest not expecting to be confronted by a creature from a horror movie. She let out a blood-curdling scream and dropped to her luxurious hand-woven carpeted floor.

If you know Rosey it will come as no surprise to you that she misunderstood my instructions regarding her attire. I said ‘dress in something fancy’. She thought I’d said ‘wear fancy dress’.

Due to the restricted vision afforded by her costume, Rosey was unaware of the obstacle at her feet and promptly tripped over Paula, then charged into Father Frederick who was in the process of extolling the virtues of his communion over those of the ridiculously expensive Chateau something-or-other he was downing. He went red in the face, literally!

After we’d fanned Paula for a while she regained her composure and carried on as if nothing had happened, as did Rosey after removing her grotesque headpiece.

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Written in response the picture prompt at this week's Sunday Photo Fiction



  1. Nice! Very fancy, indeed. ~grin~ Silly Rosey.

  2. I often wonder how many people get confused by "fancy dress" -- and this is in the worse of the two possible directions, too. Oops!

  3. A nice little humorous write. Well written, Keith.

  4. Hi Keith - well I'm glad I didn't open that door ... now fancy dress will mean something different - fun to read ...cheers Hilary

  5. I loved the story, Keith. Great descriptions. I could see it happening. Good writing. :) --- Suzanne