Stag

Gerald peered through fuzzy eyes. His head was pounding, and he had no idea who had taken his shoes. As last nights of freedom go, this had clearly been a belter.

He stood up, rubbed his peepers and took stock of his surroundings. He was definitely on a mountain. How the bloody-buggery-bollocks had he ended up at the top of a mountain?

Gerald’s tummy gently rumbled. He held it, remembering the kebab from a few hours ago. His tummy rumbled again; except this time, louder. Longer. Deeper.

It was only now that Gerald realised just how warm his feet were.

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Submitted forย Friday Fictioneersย photo prompt. See if you can write a piece of flash fiction in 100 words.

62 thoughts on “Stag

  1. Dear Mr. Binks,

    That must’ve been some night. Bachelor party? And I don’t even want to know why his feet were warm. Bloody-buggery-bullocks…now that would be hard to say three times fast.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

    1. The morning after the night before seems to become longer and longer the older I get ๐Ÿ˜ฆ

      Thanks for the kind comment ๐Ÿ™‚

  2. I love this. Poor Gerald, does he get down? We need a sequel I think, still chuckling at the bloody-buggery-bollocks haven’t heard that trio for quite a while!!
    Well done
    Dee

  3. Now that’s a stag night to remember! Or forget, in this case, depending on how much alcohol was consumed the night before. I’m guessing the heat was because he’s a little close to a volcano? ‘Cause what’s a stag night if it doesn’t go off with a big bang?

  4. I really liked this story, and I understand that he was at a stag party, but the title seems lacking a bit. Great tale, though.

  5. Good story. Well written. I think I’d get out of that location in a hurry if it was rumbling and hot under my feet. His friends have a weird sense of humor if they left him there.

    1. Thank you, Karen.

      Either way it sounds like Gerald is…..

      ……
      ………

      ……. Hot Stuff!

      hahahaha…. what?
      No?

      Ok.

  6. I’ve had a 13 year hangover from my wedding….but that’s a different tale. Gerald needs new friends, or insurance, or something. A cracking read with good in-context swearing. Lovely.

  7. Yikes! That was some party. If he gets down I bet he’ll just do it again. Hope he’s not the groom and late for his wedding. That would just be bad news.

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