As you may have already guessed, one of the things I enjoy doing is writing. Whether it’s a simple blog post or a short story or attempting a novel, I delight in the written word. So I had an epiphany the other day while reading another blog: why not share my short stories with you too?? So here is the first of several of my stories. I don’t know about you, but a little humor always seems to brighten up my day.
20 minutes. I had 20 minutes to be at work! I had woken up just a few short moments ago. I rolled over in bed. It was a lovely day outside – the sun was shining, the birds were singing, everything was perfect. Until I looked at my alarm clock.
7:40 blinked the red fluorescent numbers.
“7:40!” I cried. “No, it can’t be 7:40!” What had happened? I knew I had set my alarm the night before for 7:00 – time enough for a leisurely breakfast. What could’ve gone wrong? Why didn’t the alarm go off?
All of these thoughts and more raced through my head as I threw myself out of bed, showered, and dressed in 10 minutes flat. I flung myself down the stairs and into the small kitchen. I grabbed a granola bar in my haste (after all, breakfast is the most important meal of the day), slipped my shoes on, and got in my car. That’s when I realized that I hadn’t thought to grab my car keys.
Grumbling to myself about stupid alarm clock manufacturers I rushed back inside to get the keys. Of course, the car took forever to start, and traffic was bad. “What else could go wrong?” I wondered aloud.
Finally I was in sight of my workplace. Just in time, too. It was 7:59. I parked my car in the only available parking spot – which was, of course, inconveniently located at the farthest end of the parking lot – and sprinted up to the door.
My boss was going to kill me for being late again! I straightened my clothes and opened the door.
“Sorry I’m late,” I started.
My boss gave me a strange look.
And that was when I realized that today was my day off.