We set off to the pub in the next village with high hopes, only to find it served no food on Wednesdays. So we walked to the next nearest hostelry and had a wonderful meal of fajitas in wraps, chicken supreme, and beer. We certainly worked up an appetite – it was a four mile walk!
True story. It's called Friday Flash Fiction 55 though. And it's hosted by the G-Man. Go see him for more examples.