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By Neel Anil Panicker

 “Damm’t! I should have carried a safety pin.”

Seated next to her in the pint sized float, Rajan smiled, his usual trademark nonchalant curl of thick lips.

‘But Sheela, why do you need a safety pin  in the middle of  the ocean?’

From her side of the float which tossed about in the placid waters, as did a few more around the middle aged couple out vacationing off the Indian Ocean coastal town of Kovalam, Sheela let out an anguished cry.

“Can’t you see, you dumbo?  My slip is showing. Tell me how do I get out of here with all these village folk gawking at us”.

As Rajan chewed over what his better half had just said, Sheela seemed to have lost her cool as she shot back, this time her voice packing more venom than usual.

“Now, are you going to wait around for the boat to drop anchor while in the meantime the entire world gets a Full Monty display of your gorgeous wife’s ample assets; or throwing me one of those hotel bathrobes that’s lying between your feet?”

Flushed red with embarrassed, Rajan quickly flung one towards his wife that landed right on her ample … ahem…


Written for multiple prompts:

Sunday Photo Fiction – Sept 16 2018

FOWC with Fandango — Anchor


4 thoughts on “neelwrites/troubleinhighseas/TTC/FOWC/SUNDAYPHOTOFICTION/flash/shortstory/200words/16/09/2018

  1. Modesty tends to go out the window at beach resorts!


  2. Love that last sentence! Thanks for the grin.

    Click to read my tale

    Liked by 1 person

  3. michael1148humphris

    You made me smile with such a interesting ending


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