Decisions #writephoto

Sue’s #WritePhoto prompt this week:

Reena stumbled, grabbing hold of Jay’s jacket.

She hated all this walking. Jay had suddenly decided that their life had become stale, full of the same old social gatherings in the evenings and the same tired London venues, followed by mornings spent with serious headaches and hangover cures.

“We really need to get out more. Like out, out, you know.”

“Definitely Jay-by baby! There is this great new place that has just opened up in Knightsbridge. Everyone’s raving about it. Shall we try that?”

Jay looked at her. “I don’t mean dinner, you know. More like the Great Outdoors. We need to hike. Go camping or something. That kind of out.”

Reena recoiled internally, whilst beaming a cheesy smile at him. Camping? Her? Never!

However, Asha had mentioned glamping to her before. That she could manage. All of her creature comforts, and ample Insta moments…

“So, I booked a pitch for us. We’re off tomorrow morning! Make sure you pack your hiking boots and lots of layers hun. It’ll be a laugh!”

Right. She could do this. And Jay would never book them anywhere untoward. It always needed WiFi, and hot tubs, a decent bar and eaterie, and a huge bed.

Back to that stumble.

Reena’s feet were aching. Her Adidas Tubulars weren’t built for actual sports or walking, and they certainly didn’t look Insta-worthy anymore.

“Jay! Seriously, how much fur-” As she stumbled, she looked up and saw a cross. Oh My God! Where had he brought her? To some graveyard? Was she going to be sacrificed?

Jay’s arm went round her instinctively and he pulled her up. “Reena, honestly. It’s only a bit of walking. Do you ever stop moaning?”

“Now, I just need to work out which way we have to go to get back to the campsite.”

Campsite… huh! Reena rolled her eyes as she remembered where they were meant to be sleeping tonight.

He hadn’t been joking. There were no luxury yurts, powerpoints or even WiFi. She had had to help him put up a tent. A tent, for God’s sake! And she was sleeping in an actual sleeping bag too…

“Hang on, what do you mean ‘work out which way’? Are we lost? Jay!”

“Not lost… just a bit… disorientated. Ah, hang on, here’s a sign post.”

He walked up to the cross, which wasn’t actually one, and read the signs.

“There you are, only three miles that way. Come on Reens, we can be back before sunset, and then we can make our dinner. Love a bit of beans on toast! You do know how to use the camp stove, don’t you?”

Er, no. Reena had barely used their cooker in their fancy kitchen, and he thought she would be able to operate a camp stove? This was going to be a long, hungry weekend…

Next time, she was doing the bookings.

#writephoto

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  2. Michele Jones
    Apr 16, 2019 @ 20:12:48

    This gave me a good laugh. I can picture her discomfort.

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  3. Jennie
    Apr 13, 2019 @ 16:44:20

    This was really fun to read!

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  4. Jewel Ingalls
    Apr 12, 2019 @ 22:41:01

    I love me some camping! Bring on the campfire and bug spray!

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  5. Jules
    Apr 12, 2019 @ 22:33:43

    I’ve had my share of tent camping… like Poe’s birdie…”Never more, never more!”

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  7. johnrieber
    Apr 11, 2019 @ 22:51:12

    A terrific story! You know my wife says about roughing it in the wilderness? If our hotel doesn’t have room service after midnight…that’s as close as she wants to get to camping!

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  8. Erika Kind
    Apr 11, 2019 @ 20:20:21

    She should have known… lol!

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  9. Annette Rochelle Aben
    Apr 11, 2019 @ 19:59:11

    Women’s work is never done…

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  10. Rebecca Moon Ruark
    Apr 11, 2019 @ 19:09:31

    Nice story–will be interested to see where it goes!

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  11. MindandLifeMatters
    Apr 11, 2019 @ 18:00:40

    Haha! Reena is not going to be happy with Jay about all that camping! Good story, well written!

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  12. pensitivity101
    Apr 11, 2019 @ 17:26:26

    Love it! So glad both Hubby and I could rough it!!

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  13. Hugh's Views and News
    Apr 11, 2019 @ 17:01:52

    And no mention of any creepy-crawlies when camping. She’s in for a shock.

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  14. Tessa
    Apr 11, 2019 @ 16:51:07

    Ah, nice. I agree with her by the way LOL! Glamping or no camping at all. We had a travel trailer with everything.

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  15. OIKOS™-Publishing
    Apr 11, 2019 @ 16:47:59

    Enjoyable penned, Sis! I’d read it with an eye wink. 😉 Michael

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  16. simplywendi
    Apr 11, 2019 @ 16:08:10

    very well done, i enjoyed the read.

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  17. trentpmcd
    Apr 11, 2019 @ 15:55:37

    Hmm, I think I see an issue in this relationship…. For the most part I’m with him, but, well, maybe it is just an American rule that all outside cooking is done by the male 😉

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  18. syl65
    Apr 11, 2019 @ 15:36:48

    Getting back in touch with nature 😀

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  19. Sue Vincent
    Apr 11, 2019 @ 13:05:28

    Reblogged this on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo and commented:

    First in this week…

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  20. Sue Vincent
    Apr 11, 2019 @ 13:05:13

    Loved this, Ritu 🙂

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  21. TanGental
    Apr 11, 2019 @ 12:48:58

    I love this couple. Characters that deserve a wider brief…

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  22. macalder02
    Apr 11, 2019 @ 12:42:08

    | Things do not always come out as one imagines them to be but lost. A good micro.

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  23. johnfreda
    Apr 11, 2019 @ 12:34:58

    Ha! Getting lost is never fun. Enjoyable piece!

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