1 picture prompt. 100 word flash fiction. Several authors participating. Check the others out here.
Royce rubbed his eyes and winced, forgetting the salt on his hands from the sea water. His head pounded, his throat was dry and he had no idea how he’d ended up at the beach in just his boxers, with costume angel wings on his back. The last thing he remembered was having drinks with his mates the night before at his bachelor’s party.
“Morning, handsome!” He recognised the voice of his soon-to-be-dead best man. Royce glanced up, instantly regretting it as he heard the shutter of a camera.
“James, you’re in deep shit as soon as this hangover’s gone!”
