Take me away! 100 words on a Saturday

This 100 word story is written in response to the picture prompt below for Write Tribe's 100 words on a Saturday.

http://writetribe.com/in-on-at/



Emily wrapped the flowered comforter around her like cocoon.  She sank against the pillows, closed her eyes and sighed. The straw parasol shielded her from the blinding sunlight and she breathed in the heavy fragrance of the plumeria flowers. Waves lapped on the shore and the sea breeze gently tousled her hair. 

Any minute now Akoni would arrive to apply sunscreen to her back. He wasn’t that swift and could barely speak English, but with a bod like that, who cared?

“Madam! You have to stop doing this!”

Emily opened her eyes to see the Ikea manager glaring at her.

Comments

  1. Huma May 27, 2014 at 10:23 AM

    Lovely twist in the end...

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  2. IndywritesMay 27, 2014 at 12:38 PM

    Very nice twist, magically transported to dreams. nice take on the picture.
    Loved the ending, it changes how we read the story.

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    1. UnknownMay 28, 2014 at 3:40 AM

      Thanks, Inderpreet. Glad you enjoyed my silly tale!

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  3. Corinne RodriguesMay 27, 2014 at 8:24 PM

    Ha ha...I'm sure I'll do the same when Ikea gets to India! Nice one, Cat.

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    1. UnknownMay 28, 2014 at 3:41 AM

      I find their displays always look so comfy, I'd love to sink right under the covers and daydream like Emily.

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  4. Beloo MehraMay 27, 2014 at 8:27 PM

    Hahaha...this is so cool! Great twist in the end :)

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  5. kalpana solsiMay 27, 2014 at 9:24 PM

    Lovely twist in the end.

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  6. PratibhaMay 27, 2014 at 10:02 PM

    Nice one! I did not expect that twist in the end!

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  7. VinodiniMay 28, 2014 at 1:16 AM

    I almost drifted off with her :) Beautiful take on the prompt.

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    1. UnknownMay 28, 2014 at 3:43 AM

      Me, too, Vinodini. I always find those Ikea displays look so cosy, I'd like to snuggle under the covers.

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  8. Sushree DashMay 28, 2014 at 7:02 AM

    Oh my...the twist was real good :)

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  9. AnonymousMay 28, 2014 at 8:16 AM

    Love the twist-and-turn and it's all a matter of perception. Brilliant:)

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  10. Rohan KachaliaMay 29, 2014 at 2:10 AM

    Oh wow.. what a twist in the end. Lovely :)

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  11. Loni TownsendMay 30, 2014 at 12:05 PM

    HAHAHAHA! Excellent!

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