The Dropped Line
“Wish you the best.” Tears flowed from my eyes as I hugged my best friend since grammar school.
“Don’t worry,” whispered the beaming groom. “It’s only a week. I’ll even drop a line from Dubai. When I’m back, it’ll be like old times. Crystal understands us.
Giving one firm push to close the trunk I stepped alongside my wife. “See ya, son. Drive safe. Call us when you get there.”
David waved as he backed away.
“Don’t worry, Hon,” my wife said as she placed her head on my shoulder. “He said he’d drop us a line every week.’
Written for The Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge. Requirements: May 3, 2018, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) use a line in your story. You can think of the variation of the word meaning, or you can think of visual references. Go where the prompt leads.
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I hope he doesn’t spoil his honeymoon by constantly calling his friend up!
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hahaha. I suspect the call won’t be made.
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