Another chance to join the Friday Fictioneers club and follow the most-interesting photo prompt. I assume I’m not the only one that feels like a lamb being led to the laughter.
The first day of our honeymoon and it had started off on the wrong foot.
We hadn’t discussed it before the marriage, but here it was. Move into his place or mine?
The argument grew heated quickly.
Then the traffic stopped.
“I’m going to walk,” I said, opening the door.
“Sam, wait,” John started.
I swung the door open, only to have it pushed right back in, the first of what seemed like thousands of sheep streaming against us.
“Guess this road was a baaaaad idea,” John said.
My giggle turned into gales of laughter for the two of us.