Lillie Mcferrin posts a “five sentence fiction” prompt.
This week it is: Detour
Below is the picture she has posted on her site:
Abbott and Costello Visit the Museum – OOPS!
Lou, where are we?
Just outside of Pittsburgh, Abbott.
How the heck did we get here?
Well, Lou, after we walked into the museum, you fell down those front two steps twisting your ankle, and the museum staff gave you some pain medicine, but you took two pills instead of the one, and after a few minutes you started yelling “Detour. Detour.” and so I carried you into the car as you were passing out, drove us back by the bridge where we saw the detour sign that we took to get us to the museum but this time I took the alternate road and wound up here outside of Pittsburgh, and you just woke up and asked me where we were.
Lou, you moron, I was yelling “the tour” meaning I wanted to go on the museum tour like we had planned, not a “detour.”