draliman on life

Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Sandra Crook, and this week’s other stories can be found by clicking on the blue froggy.

I don’t usually do this, but the photo reminded me of the original “Italian Job” film. I apologise, but my “punchline” won’t work (at all) if you haven’t at least heard the famous Michael Caine quote. However, I’m very short of time this week and it’s today or never.

Here is a link to the quote on YouTube, which made me laugh once again.

According to the photo’s title, the photo is actually Dijon which is in France. Imagine them naming a town after a mustard :-).

Copyright Sandra Crook

“Wowee!” shouted Grant as Davies steered the Mini at speed through the narrow streets. “This is all a bit ‘Italian Job’!”

“Yeah!” yelled Davies as he manoeuvred around a bicycle, narrowly avoiding a street stall. “Whoa, that was close.”

“Watch out for those tourists!”

Davies screamed into a side-street.

“Boxes! On the right!”

Davies steered through the boxes, knocking them flying.

“Awesome!” shouted Grant as Davies screeched to a stop outside the newsagent. As they watched, the shutters came down.

“Dammit!” cursed Grant. “Too late. They’re shut.”

“Well,” said Davies, affecting a “Michael Caine” accent. “We could always blow the bloody doors off!”

Feel free to either groan or look blank, depending on whether or not you’ve seen the film :-).