“Are you kidding me! This has got to be the worse movie ever!”
Deb’s remarks vibrated throughout entire theater, answered with a resounding ‘SHHHHH’.
Wyatt tried to calm her down.
“Baby, please, you’re disturbing everyone.”
Deb lowered her voice but not her insolence.
“I can’t believe you brought me to this…. whatever you call this movie.”
“Plan 9 from Outer Space. It’s a classic.”
“It’s crap Wyatt. OMG, do you see the strings attached to the planets? What kind of person brings a first date to a movie like this?”
“I thought you’d like it. You said you liked Sci-Fi.”
“I like Star Wars. Real science fiction. My little brother could do better with his Legos and a point-and-shoot camera.”
A few moments later, Deb stood up and announced she was leaving.
“Can you get me some popcorn when you come back?”
“No Wyatt, I’m leaving the theater. For good. And don’t bother calling me again.”
After Deb walked out, the man in the seat behind Wyatt tapped him on the shoulder.
“Man, tough break, but good riddance is all I can say. How could anyone not like this stuff.”
Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly challenge to write a 200-word story based on a photo prompt. As a fan of horrible science fiction, this was a no-brainer.
Redbuds and Roserocks 