48 Sombreros

“Why didn’t we just take a taxi?”

“You wanted an authentic Mexican experience, remember?”

“I meant tequila… sombreros… siestas… girls in bikinis…girls without bikinis — not getting stuck in a P.O.S. Fiero in the middle of the goddam desert.”

Craig opened his door and stepped out to inspect the ditch where they’d come to rest, certain that, wherever they were, it was miles from the nearest beach, miles from the salt-rimmed sea, and miles from the sun-kissed torsos he’d been promised by the brochure.

When he saw the boots — dozens of pairs straining to contain swelling feet, toes pointed to the turquoise sky — he stopped cold.

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This is my first try at Lillie McFerrin’s Five Sentence Fiction prompt. This week’s prompt: SOMBRERO. Check out the other responses on her blog!

Constructive criticism, destructive praise, and general commentary welcome below.