Folks, WMQ is being lazy this week, since he wants to write for his other blog, So Nice To Media, an article on one of his favorite television shows. So, without further ado, I am posting a re-run of sorts. Some of you have already read this one, but it hasn’t gotten the exposure of our new members. So I thought I’d share it with them as well. It was written early in my blog (about 2012) and it fits this prompt quite nicely (even though it’s a different country I’m writing about).
Rochelle Wisoff-Fields presides over the Friday Fictioneers. She loves purple.
Bjorn Rudberg supplied us with this really cool prompt. Thanks, Bjorn! As always, a pleasure to see you and those talents you share with all of us.
The magnificently dark-haired, dark-eyed, shapely Mexican beauty appeared in his hotel doorway.
His lower lip threatened to quiver. “Franchesca!!”
Her broken English wafted from her lips, caressing his ears. “Francisca … Paca. You are … Lee?”
His glasses fogged up. More boring video footage of the ruins tomorrow? Not THIS time. Travel editor be damned! “Where do you want to eat?”
She bit her lip. “Emmm … no peoples. No peoples.”
Echoing through the corridor, a TV news program in Spanish emanated beyond the doors. “Francisca Vega, la estrella de la telenovela Mujer De Mi Vida, continua a eludir sus escoltas …” *
* TRANSLATION: “Francisca Vega, star of the telenovela, Woman of My Life, continues to elude her body guards.”