Iris

PHOTO PROMPT © John Nixon

This post is written for Friday Fictioneers.

The old man looked into the thrift shop and politely inquired, “Where’s Iris.”

“She’s not here today Mr. Jennings.”

“Tell her she’s been in there long enough. She decided on that wedding dress yesterday and just wanted to have it fitted today. We’re to be married next Thursday you know.

“Come back tomorrow Mr. Jennings perhaps she will be ready by then.”

“Seems like I’ve been waiting years for her.”

“It has Mr. Jennings. You have been coming back every year on this date for the last ten years. Please come back next year and I think she will be ready.”

Vanish

FOWC with Fandango — Vanish

Photo Credit === Danny James

How I learned how to vanish in the Cu Chi Tunnels in Viet Nam.

From Wikipedia:

“The tunnels of Củ Chi are an immense network of connecting tunnels located in the Củ Chi District of Ho Chi Minh City (Saigon), Vietnam, and are part of a much larger network of tunnels that underlie much of the country. The Củ Chi tunnels were the location of several military campaigns during the Vietnam War, and were the Viet Cong‘s base of operations for the Tết Offensive in 1968.“

Doomed Canoe Trip

This post is written for Friday Fictioneers.

PHOTO PROMPT © David Stewart

They were veterans of many a canoe trips in Northern Michigan. Numerous trips on the Au Sable river in their minds made them professionals even though the river only drops 650 feet (200 m) from its source at the junction of Kolka and Bradford Creeks to its end approximately 138 miles east.

They described this river to their guide in Argentina and asked him to pick a river to test their skills. “Iguazu River”, their guide informed them sounded similar.

As their canoe departed the landing the guide shouted, “Be careful with that first waterfall, it’s a killer.”

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