Friday Fictioneers: The Worst Day


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Sitting alone at the table, I check my watch, 6:10. Why are they always late?

This truly is one of the worst day of my life. My silent alarm caused me to oversleep this morning before getting 2 flat-tires on my way to work. Then, mom texted, “family dinner at usual restaurant, tonight: 6 PM.” I groaned, she didn’t have to text me the address for me to know it’s the restaurant I hate.

I sigh and stand up. I’m going home.

Just then, my aunt walks through the door. Great, this is truly the worst day of my life.

(100 words)

For Friday Fictioneers

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11 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers: The Worst Day

  1. I’m imagining an outspoken aunt who criticises everyone in the restaurant, takes ages to choose from the menu then orders the most expensive item, eats every morsel then refuses to pay – oh, and insults the waiting staff.

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