I should have said seven.
It’s never going to be six.
I’m not going to be out here till five.
And that’s if nothing happens
Which it will
They’ll turn up and kick off
Wankers
Hate ’em
And the others
And me
You could have booked if off
You could have avoided this morning
That wasn’t my fault
He didn’t have to say it
But he did
You have said …
What’s the point
Too late now
He’d better say sorry
Bet he doesn’t
Bet he sulks
He can be such a wanker
You shouldn’t say that … he can be nice
He used to be nice
He never used to say stuff like that
People change
Doesn’t make it right
No … it doesn’t
Like … he said it today … today … no-one should be saying something like today
Probably regretting it
What he said?
Maybe … maybe he’s just regretting it all
What do you mean?
You know … like you are
I’m not regretting it
You’re here aren’t you … I mean, you could have booked it off … but you didn’t
I was needed
To do what? Watch middle-England walk along a street? I don’t think so. Be honest, you want to be here.
No I don’t
Yeah you do … you want to be here coz being here means you don’t have to be there and you don’t want to be there coz he doesn’t want to either
That’s not true … he does want to be there … he said so
He says a lot of stuff
So do I
Not the way he does
I’m not listening to you … he does want to be there … he does … he …
“Excuse me, officer.”
Turning to my side I see a couple. Retired, ish. Out of towners. Came on a coach. Naive.
“Yes madam, how can I help?’
“Do you know if there any toilets near here?
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This fictional short story was written for a 50 Day Project organised by the artist Amanda Billing. I get 45 minutes to an hour (not the project’s rules, it’s just about the time I have right now) to write a story, sometime between 4.30am and 5.30am. After that, the day is no longer mine.
N.B. The sketch image for this short story was created using AI (at best, I can draw a half-decent stick man). The words are all mine.
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