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.
Submitted for Friday Fictioneers photo prompt. See if you can write a piece of flash fiction in 100 words.
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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
🙂 Thanks for reading.
Ha! Funny ending… a great little story.
Thank you, Jessie!
Love this. The morning after the night before. Been there. Well not there exactly. I never burned my feet in a volcano.
The morning after the night before seems to become longer and longer the older I get 😦
Thanks for the kind comment 🙂
Oh me too.
Thanks for the reblog!
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
Maybe I’ll do the Hen party next time. It was probably a lot more civilised, right?
I couldn’t possibly comment…!
Hmmm, sounds as though maybe it’s not his tummy rumbling. That must have been quite the party!
janet
I think you might be right…
That must have been some night! Is this the script for the newest Hangover movie? What are they on now, like 85?
I’m not sure if to take this as a compliment or not… 😉
Thanks for reading.
haha yes i agree with Adam. felt like the Hangover to me. a compliment, of course 🙂
What are friends if they don’t leave you in some near-death situation on your stag night.
“Sensible”? 🙂
Perhaps. But what fun is sensible when you want to celebrate.
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?
Bingo!
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.
Thanks for the kind comment, HHB. Bah! What’s in a name?
A night to remember, or maybe not. Nice one.
Thanking you
I lol’d. Which is good.
#LOLZ 🙂 Cheers!
Ha Ha good one, and I know what you mean about the longer hangovers, it’s now all weekend to recover 😉
I know, right? It’s ridiculous. To even this up I’ve taken to drinking for longer.
Hockey smokes. I can feel it now. And it ain’t good.
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.
Thanks for the kind comment.
I thought the earth was supposed to move for him after the wedding not the stag party. I love this story, Mr Binks.
Thank you, Karen.
Either way it sounds like Gerald is…..
……
………
……. Hot Stuff!
hahahaha…. what?
No?
Ok.
Ha ha. Good one!
Me thinks he’s in trouble now. This sounds like the plot of The Hangover 5: party on Mt. St. Helens. 🙂
🙂
Hangover 6? Really good and funny. Thanks for the read. Nan
I think I need to brush up on my writing, I never did like the Hangover movies ;D
That must have been a real party. Hot feet – time to go!
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.
You know me, I like a bloomin’ good swear.
Oops, looks like Gerald is royally screwed! Atleast he got to have kebabs as his (hopefully not!) last meal 😀
😀 Thanks for reading!
ah.. better run from the kebab eruption…
Eeewwww!
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.
Us chaps aren’t very good at learning. Of course he’ll do it again!
Uh. Oh. That rumbling…not his tummy!
Good story 🙂
Thanks Jan 🙂
Yeah, waking up in that wilderness spot … a bit daunting! The feet warm thing at the end really got me. Nice.
Glad you liked it, thanks for taking the time to click me 🙂
Bloody buggery bollocks. Very amusing phrase.
I’ve got others – but I’ll save them.
Thanks for fudging reading!
The Hangover 6?
I bet he’s had more than 6 hangovers… (I THANK YOW!)
That was one hell of a night out and it looks like the day is going to be interesting as well! Loved the last line.
Taking stag pranks to a whole new level. Poor Gerald!
Great read 🙂
This is a fine story. Poor guy must have had quite a night. I wonder, was the bride-to-be in on the hijinks that landed him here?
Cheers!
MG
had some fun but now comes the payback. ouch. i enjoyed your story.
Great story! We’ve all been there one way or another 🙂