Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly challenge to write a 200-word story based on a photo prompt. The photo this week is was taken by C.E. Ayr in Glasgow, Scotland. My story is a bit quirky. I hope it is equally enjoyable.
“Ever been to Scotland, Conrad?”
The question surprised me, producing a blank look that must have given The Boss reason to question my educational background.
“Scotland…you know, Loch Ness…Highlander… men in kilts?”
I blushed at the thought of naked male knees, conveying more information than I cared to share. I quickly came to my senses.
“Of course, I know Scotland. My grandfather was from Scotland. Or was Ireland? Never could keep the two countries straight. Why do you ask?”
“I need you to fly over and drop off a package.”
“Don’t they have postal service in Scotland,” I ask. The Boss has made strange requests before, but mail delivery was a new one.
“It’s all over the news Conrad! Amazon Corporation owns the USPS. Trump says so. Besides, I can’t take a chance this package is delivered to the wrong address.” The Boss leaned forward and whispered, “It’s for a lady friend of mine. If you get my drift.”
I got the drift. The Boss had lots of lady friends. I felt sorry for his missus, but still…
“Are there really men in kilts there?”
“The place is crawling with them.”
“When do I leave?”
10 thoughts on “Men in Kilts”
Ha ha ha, she has her priorities right 🙂
I left it vague but Conrad was a ‘he’. Lol. Hope you still like it
I’m afraid she’s going to be disappointed. You don’t see many kilts walking down the street!
A boss will tell you anything to get you to follow orders LOL.
I am always baffled that Americans confuse Scotland and Ireland. We don’t confuse you with Mexico, they have more culture.
No offense intended.
You do realise that my MacTongue is firmly in my O’Cheek!
I wasn’t sure. You’re Scottish, not Irish (my tongue is now in my cheek). But good to know and again, no offense intended with my bad humor 🙂