Flash Fiction – American Dreams

© Ted Strutz

It had been a once in a life time trip to America, as the boat pulled into the harbor I was beginning to long for home.

I had seen the sites of Michigan, I had eaten an English muffin and watched the “game,” visited the zoo and fought to keep my coke, but there was nothing like being home.

The plane ride would take forever and I would have to watch a ton of films just to get through it, but it would be worth it in the end being home.

So long my American friends thanks for the memories…

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Friday Fictioners is organised and run by the amazing Rochelle Fields, where we are challenged to write a piece of fiction based on the photo she provides on a Wednesday. It’s loads of fun, everyone has there own take on the photo.

This weeks piece is semi autobiographical, about my first visit to America, when I went on a trip on the Detroit Princess (we think, I went on some boat, so we could be wrong)