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?”