Gillian had specifically said nothing tacky at her hen party, they could get boozy and outrageous but they wouldn’t be doing it with blow up dolls or penis paraphernalia.
So far it had been great, but her heart dropped when the tacky music started. As some guy with too much fake tan and his chest already out started to make his way towards her, pulling something she couldn’t see. She cringed as he leaned towards her.
“Have a good night” he whispered, walking away, revealing a fountain oozing chocolate laden with treats to dip into it.
“Got you!” They chorused.
As part of the AtoZ challenge I am writing flash fiction of no more than 100 words. Today’s prompt was…
You can catch up with my other entries for this year’s A to Z here.