100wc #25
Today, I won’t be last.
I can tell.
Probably because I’m leaving 13 hours earlier than normal.
I meet my friends every Thursday for dinner at Nandos, at 6pm. Meaning it’s now 5am.
Going outside, I hop into the awaiting Uber, and tell the driver where to go.
When the car arrives at Nandos a few minutes later, I rush from the car and head inside, only to see that my friends are already at a table.
“What?!” I exclaim. “How can I possibly be last here? It’s 5:07 am!”
“I think your watch is wrong.” My friends chuckle. So that’s why I’m always last.
100wc #24
I push the tips of my fingers up, through layers of moist soil and lush green grass. Suddenly, the palm of my hand is met with weird, worm-like… things. Forcing my hand up even more, I hear a loud thud, and the ‘things’ leave my hand, my feet below scrambling to find a hold on the sides of the hole. I thrust my other hand through the grass and soil, before ramming my head through the ground. Hoisting myself out of the pit, I hear high-pitched screams of titchy humans racing away from me. Ah, it’s good to be back.
100wc #23
“Maggie,” I gingerly touch the dog’s fur, carefully avoiding the scab on her side, which now was yellow. We’d discovered her lying on the road a few days ago. She’d been hit by a car, and had a fairly large open wound on her side. We took her to the vet, who said that there wasn’t really any point in trying to save her, as she was quite old, and not even our own dog. However, we could look after her for a few days – after which she would inevitably die.
Remarkably, she’d survived a week. But now, her eyes were fluttering, her breathing was slowing, and the last of the life in the dog was gone.
100wc #24
I push the tips of my fingers up, through layers of moist soil and lush green grass. Suddenly, the palm of my hand is met with weird, worm-like… things. Forcing my hand up even more, I hear a loud thud, and the ‘things’ leave my hand, my feet below scrambling to find a hold on the sides of the hole. I thrust my other hand through the grass and soil, before ramming my head through the ground. Hoisting myself out of the pit, I hear high-pitched screams of titchy humans racing away from me. Ah, it’s good to be back.