It was busy. The first customer was a regular. She rushed in, grabbed some cake decorations, joined the queue. She looked harassed. Just like I felt. Smiling in sympathy, I took the payment. It would be nice to have a friendly chat. Why is there never enough time for me?!
Gorgeous! Stepping back to get a better look, I felt pleased with myself. A last minute rush to decorate the birthday cake had not been a good start. Now, coffee time! As I reached for the kettle, I saw the clock. Damn! Why is there never enough time for me?!
I delivered my friend’s birthday cake. Couldn’t stay. I had an errand list a mile long. Picked up dry cleaning. Paid bills. Bought dinner. Posted letters. Bought petrol. Returned library books. Rushed home. Did the washing and cleaning. Exhausted, I fell into bed. Why is there never enough time for me?!
This story has been written in three fifty word ‘chapters’.
The words for this prompt were “Never enough time” – thank you to Veronica Dottore.
© Raili Tanska