99-word fiction: Waiting for Friday
Waiting. I hate waiting; for anything.
On Monday I have to wait for Friday. Five long days, so slow you can hear them crawl by. Then, finally, it’s Friday. I’ve waited all week for Friday and now it’s here I get to the end of the day and I just feel tired; of waiting.
Waiting. I ignore the people around me. I ignore my vibrating phone in my pocket, like me it has to wait. I stand and stare.
Waiting. The darkness becomes lighter. Movement, a liquid dance, the light becomes white.
Waiting: for the perfect pint of Guinness.
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Nicely amusing Chris! I haven’t drank Guinness in years!!! Good tipple!!!
Thanks Sharon. I’m quite partial to a Guinness. 🙂
Sounds good!
It even sounded good at 7:30 this morning. Now that’s disturbing… 🙂