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 forΒ Friday FictioneersΒ photo prompt. See if you can write a piece of flash fiction in 100 words.

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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 😦

      Thanks for the kind comment πŸ™‚

  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?

    1. Thank you, Karen.

      Either way it sounds like Gerald is…..

      ……
      ………

      ……. Hot Stuff!

      hahahaha…. what?
      No?

      Ok.

  4. 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.

  5. 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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