Everything was set for the bachelor party. John and Paul had been mates since grade school. Tomorrow Paul was marrying Linda; life would change.
John bought more food and beer than his refrigerator could hold. He put ice in the blue box and used it as a beer cooler.
Soon everyone arrived, and the party got going. Before long, a stripper walked in wearing a costume covered in feathers. Hoots and whistles began. Suddenly, John’s cat, Pickles, jumped off the couch and attacked the stripper, who ran out the door screaming with the cat on her back.
John yelled, “Pickles!”
Thanks to Dascha Paylor for playing “Stump The Starlin” and giving me the microfiction prompt: pickles, bachelor party, blue box (recycling bin.)
A prompt doesn’t have to be three words. It can be anything (keep it clean, please.) A story idea, a title, a plot. You are the hero. You decide. I will try to write it.
Good misdirect with the photo!
🤣 Well done, sir! But where were George and Ringo?