Stag Don’t

(c) Dee Lovering

I stagger through a crowd. Why am I wearing posh trousers, a white shirt and a wonky bow tie? No jacket, though.

‘Excuse me? Where am I?’

No reply – in many languages.


People give me funny looks and a wide berth. I catch my reflection in a window: I look hungover, but not as bad as I feel.

Señor? Vuestros amigos lo buscan.’

Amigos. The boy points. I tell him merci – the only thing I can think of.

‘Mate. Crap, you had me worried. Better bring you back safely or Sharleen’ll have me bludgeoned.’

Who’s he? And who’s Sharleen?


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15 thoughts on “Stag Don’t

  1. Brilliant 🙂 definitely not just a hangover – I’m imagining the stag do is a cover for a kidnapping, or alien abduction… Nothing is what it seems (maybe)!

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    1. It’s definitely not what it seems. I’m still working on plot, but I have the basics – it’s not aliens, though 😀

      Thank you!

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