Friday, 17 October 2014
Flash Fiction Friday: The best friends in the world
The best friends in the world
After being led, blindfolded, for what seemed like hours I was finally told to stop.
“Hope you're ready for this.”
“Get this damn blindfold off me,” I responded.
Suddenly my wish was granted, and I found myself standing at the entrance to the city's adult quarter, surrounded by nightclubs, neon lighting and scantily dressed people.
“Happy Birthday, mate,” all my friends shouted, one of them stuffing a wad of notes in to my hand, “and if you can't find the transsexual of your dreams around here you never will.”