The girl and the date do and did exist, respectively, the rest is fiction.
It’s an old joke, but I thought it a good exercise for those of you with the more “sophisticated” tastes. READ CAREFULLY! I provided a translation.
This photo prompt is brought to you by Lora Mitchell.
The Friday Fictioneers is brought to you by the Empress, “We All Know What Grows In” Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.
The story is brought to you by ME.
I’m not fond of lilies.
They won me a date with Alicia, actress-model, when I visited Barcelona! I’d been after her a long time.
We walked arm in arm through the dark streets, like in the movies! The pigeons flew from the ground, almost on cue. I turned to kiss her lovely face, a pigeon swooped down, pooped a whole toothpaste tube on my good pants while Alicia fell backwards into a fountain. Her skirt covered her head … and Victoria shared ALL her secrets!
“C’est la vie,” I said.
She slapped me. She thought I said, “Se la ví.” ***
***Spanish for “I saw it!”