They’d found Frank with his head wedged in the shattered ornamental window – bleeding, mumbling, high.
“Wow, it’s like a portal dude. To a world of fishes and Angels. What a trip man!”
A fresh faced paramedic listened sympathetically as she picked crystals of glass from Frank’s cheek.
“You don’t get it. You’re such squares!” he protested.
These days Frank is less known for ‘Free Love’ than he is bad ties and overpriced used cars. However, that young, bright eyed paramedic remained loyal. On each one of their 30 anniversaries she’s presented Frank with a cuddly dolphin. He always smiles, his scar still as clear as the memories.
These words form my entry into this week’s Friday Fictioneers photo prompt challenge. As this is the last Friday Fictioneers before Christmas I’d like to take this opportunity to wish my fellow scribblers all the best for the festive season.