Languid
“Hey Suzanne, wanna play some tennis?” Marie asked.
“No, I’m happy here.” Suzanne replied as she lay in the sun.
“For goodness sake! Ever since we got here you’ve hardly moved a muscle. I never thought you’d be so lazy on this holiday!’ Marie complained. Suzanne looked up at her surprised.
“What exactly are holidays for then?”
Joanne Fisher
Word count: 57
This was written with the prompt languid provided by Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #188.
©️2020 Joanne Fisher
Exactly! What are holidays for? What’s the point of filling every moment only to come home exhausted? 🙂
Lovely take, Joanne.
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Thanks ♥️
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Yep! Each person should holiday in their own way … (though if one can match with some share their … um … activity inclination … it is often a little less frustrating). Now, I’ll let my belly soak the sun. 🙂
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I guess holidays are different things for different people! No way would I travel afar just to lay in the sun!
My fifty seven!
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