Here’s our opening lines–rotten vacation edition.
(photo by Bill Carito)
Sherry: He always complained that I was too literal. I’m sure he regretted telling me he was dying to get into the vacation club.
Liz: Jeez, that was a long line…
Barb: “You’re in luck, sir. A room has just opened up.”
Julie: She arrived in what could only be described as hell for workaholics, and died trying to relax.
Edith: I said I’d win the damn bowling tournament or die trying.
Jessie: Our resort is so popular that some of our guests will do just about anything not to have to leave.
Readers, add your opening lines in the comments section.
When I asked my brother to hold a place in line, I didn’t think it would take so long to find a parking space.
Laughing!
“This is the great deal you got for us on airbnb?”
So appropriate to the place where this was taken, Key West!
“Well, I DID blow him off with ‘Go play in a corner”.
You did, indeed.
Funny–I always thought a skeleton would be cleaner, like they are on television.
Television is so misleading…
Oh great a scavenger hunt, in order to get a room we need to find the missing piece of the skeletons leg.
That’s a great premise.
Perhaps it was the chilly December wind snatching at the ends of her plaid scarf that accounted for her failure to notice the man in the shadows of the huge portico.
[new series, work in progress]
Oooh, tell me more.
Distracted by our attention on the Baywatch worthy lifeguard, we hadn’t noticed that Tim didn’t come back from getting our umbrella drinks.
Poor Tim!
Is that my present near the bones?
Sounds like my granddaughter’s priorities.
There’s a reason I seldom go on vacation, and looking at the entrance to the club Ron had invited me to reminded me of that reason.
Sounds like one of our amateur sleuths, the way deaths follow them around.
Most vacation clubs cost an arm and a leg. I jumped at joining this one because it looked like it was cheaper. When I pulled up, I realized it might cost me more.
It’s funny ’cause it’s true.
Who could have planted that fern right next to my skeleton?
Coming at it from the other direction. I like it.
“Dear Barb, The weather is great but the food is awful. Haven’t eaten a thing since I got here. By the time you pick me up Thursday, I’ll be just skin and bones. Love, Carol
LOL.
Excuse me, we just found a burning cigarette and a half-eaten brownie in our room. AFTER it was cleaned. (True story, BTW. Check your accomodations carefully if you go to New Orleans for JazzFest or Mardi Gras.)
Not to mention the, uh…
Ach, another vacation shot to hell. I’m beginning to feel like the protagonist in a cozy murder mystery.
I know, Our poor sleuths never get an uninterrupted vacation.
I LOVE all these!
I had a sense my closet was a bit roomier! We all have em!