Hump Day Kick Start – White dress, VW Van and Lei Edition

Hump Day Kick Start – for your muse, a writing picture prompt, or just a visual treat.

beach van

It’s summer. Beach season. Time to frolic. And this pic is the perfect frolicsome prompt.

Tell me about the couple. Note the wedding dress, surfboards, and Sherpa boots. Is she a runaway bride from someplace cold just off the plane? Is he the ex who refused to let her get married to that jerk? Had they eloped from his or her overbearing family? Are they strangers who just met under unusual circumstances? Did they just perform a sham wedding to keep one of them from deportation? Is the back of his van where they plan to spend their honeymoon? The van is covered in leis. Could that be a foreshadow?

Your turn. Tell me a tale or caption the pic.

 

12 Responses to Hump Day Kick Start – White dress, VW Van and Lei Edition

  1. jeff7salter says:

    Malcolm: Now take off those UGH boots and let’s get comfortable.
    Billee: Comfortable? in the back of a VW bus?
    Malcolm: You know what I mean.
    Billee: No I don’t. In fact, I think we’ve been talking in completely different languages.
    Malcolm: Huh?
    Billee: When we left the party, you said you had a place on the beach.
    Malcolm nodded slowly and pointed to the sandy shoreline.
    Billee: Well, naturally, I assumed you lived here.
    Malcolm nodded again… still not quite getting it.
    Billee: You know, like in a house of some kind.
    Malcolm: Oh…
    Billee: Exactly. Why didn’t you just tell me you lived in your VW bus?
    Malcolm: Um, does this mean that I’m NOT gonna get lucky?

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  2. jbrayweber says:

    Hahahaha! *swipes tear from eye* Why do I find this so funny? Because this HAPPENED TO ME once. And, no, he didn’t get lucky.

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  3. jeff7salter says:

    can’t wait to hear your tale…

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  4. jbrayweber says:

    Oh, no. That’s not a tale to be told in a public forum,a s with most my tales of youth. Over drinks, yeah. But not for the internet to preserve forever.

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  5. jeff7salter says:

    we’re saving up a LOT to discuss over drinks…

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  6. jbrayweber says:

    It’s gonna be an epic time, I promise!

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  7. jeff7salter says:

    can’t wait…
    and afterwards, we can go target shooting.

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  8. rekenjura says:

    okay, this is a bit late, but I though I would post it anyway

    Standing in the door frame she looked at the man lying in the hospital bed, tubes extending from his body in an effort to sustain his life. Clutched in his gnarled fingers was a picture taken long ago, and he held it close to his heart. She smiled as a tear trickled slowly down, and she quickly brushed it away and moved into the room.
    She bent and kissed his cheek and sat in the chair that had been pulled close to his bed. His trembling frail hands held the picture out to her. Taking the picture, she smiled at him and let the memories of that day wash over her. The picture had been taken on their wedding day, how happy they both had been. The day had been perfect, shining bright, with a sky of blue and natures’ beauty surrounding them they said their vows under the canopy of trees, in the open with friends, relatives and strangers in attendance.
    Her one concession to convention had been the white dress, but everything else was her way. From the Sherpa boots, to the flowers in her hair. He’d worn white pants, a Hawaiian shirt and a straw hat, no tuxedos for him. Abandoning the routine vows, they’d written their own, leaving out the honor and obey phrase, but adding the respect and trust instead. Her father had grumbled and huffed, her mother just shook her head.
    With surfboards they had yet to use strapped to the top of Lola, their old VW bus, they headed west. Oh how innocent they had been, how free, and how much in love. The start of a grand adventure, one that had its’ ups and downs. Children had been born, money had come and gone and come again. Trips, and homes, grandchildren all had been part of their adventure of life. Wealth for them didn’t come from an amassed fortune, but from the love shared and given to each other and those around them.
    And now, the final adventure called them. One that everyone would face, some too soon and others, like them, in the waning years of life. She looked at him, her heart swelling with eternal love, saw his thin and failing body, his forced a smile that managed to reach the now pale blue eyes as he reached for her hand. She leaned in, her head resting against his and closed her eyes as their final adventure began.

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  9. jbrayweber says:

    Way to bring us down, Ruth. But in all seriousness, this is beautiful. Well done, friend.

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  10. rekenjura says:

    sorry, didn’t mean to be a downer, I almost didn’t post because of it.and thank you

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  11. jbrayweber says:

    Don’t apologize. Like I said, it was beautiful. 🙂

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