So, waddya think, money grows on trees?
A little humorous New Year’s Eve tale for the Friday Fictioneer.
Friday Fictioneers – Rochelle Wisoff-Fields posts a pic to write a 100 word story about.
This week it’s:
New Year’s Eve with the Steinfelds
My stomach acid feels like what that fireworks display looks like.
You’re kidding me.
I just paid $1,000.00 for us to eat at this swanky restaurant, dockside, viewing the best fireworks in the entire state, and you’re telling me that it reminds you of your stomach acid?
I’ve had too much spicy food – and champagne also does that to me.
I can’t believe I just wasted a grand.
It wasn’t wasted. You enjoyed it.
Not when you didn’t.
Your happiness shouldn’t depend on mine.
A thousand dollars says it does.
Next time take me to a damn movie.