And he was worried. Normally, he wouldn’t be. Worried, that is. Or late.
But this time, he wasn’t the only one who was late. Mary had told him the previous day that she was late. In a different way. So now he was rushing to the doctor’s rooms, his mind spinning with visions of prams and wedding rings and mortgage payments and school fees. And that’s why he didn’t see the red traffic light. Nor did he see the taxi that had never intended to stop at the intersection to his right.
Now Andrew was late. In a different way.
Extract from Anthology of Snippets, 20 short shorts that were a lot of fun to write. I hope they’re as much fun to read.
Available dirt-cheap on Amazon. And on Amazon.co.uk. Free on Kindle Unlimited.
About to be launched in a paperback bundle with Fiddlesticks & a handful of other short stories, available exclusively in South Africa. This should coincide with the opening of a new shop in Pretoria, selling all kinds of Curiosities… including my various books… watch this space for updates.
Till next time.
Cheers.
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