More bubbly?

This piece was re-purposed from a longer story in response to the weekly photo prompt from the Unicorn Challenge.

After Arabella had finished lamenting the loss of her latest boyfriend, Babs breathlessly unloaded that the trouble with Arabella was that she was insufficiently bubbly, too po-faced, not enough fizz.

Arabella nodded but was appalled by the idea that she would have to be an airhead to attract a man, so the next time a man approached her at a party, before he could speak, she blurted out ‘I’m a committed environmentalist, I hate jokes and I’m as poor as a church mouse.’

The man smiled and said ‘Ditto’ and would she like to accompany him to the Natural History Museum this Sunday because he’d heard there was a very powerful exhibition on the effects of plastics in oceans.

Agreeably stunned, Arabella said she’d love to and then he said ‘I don’t have a car, can you pick me up?’ She said of course and arrived on Sunday at the address he’d given her.

He said he’d had a better idea. A friend had loaned him his motor yacht and they could go looking for dolphins, which delighted Arabella. However, mid-boat-trip, he stopped the engine, dropped his pants and lunged at her, with his willie wagging like a metronome.

Arabella’s self-defense training kicked in instinctively and, while the man was still groin-groaning, she threw him overboard and, ignoring his pleas that he couldn’t swim, she watched him go under with a myriad bubbles rising to the surface and popping and she felt quite …effervescent.

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