“Clara, this hotel really wasn’t what I was hoping for. I’m really rather disappointed. I thought the Swiss were all about precision, order and cleanliness? Aren’t net curtains supposed to cover the entire window?”
For goodness sake, Beatty! All you’ve done since we got here is moan. First it was the food, then it was the snow, then it was the language barrier. Now, it’s the hotel. Do you even know how much it costs to stay in hotels all the time? We’re running out of money!”
“But why didn’t you say? Graham always handled that side of things….”
“I’m telling you now. Honestly, do you think money grows on trees?”
“Oh, you’re so mean? You sound just like Graham!”
“Beatty, I’m sorry, but I’m starting to hav some sympathy with the man. You really are clueless.”
“And now I know what Jeremy meant when he told me how hard you are. Poor, poor man!”
Here’s my latest entry into Magpie Tales – In a similar manner to last week, I wrote two tales earlier for VisDare and Five Sentence Fiction, and thought it would be good to round them off with this little offering.
This week, we have first, Little Women, second, Little Men, and to round it off, this tale. Did anybody get what they wanted?