I can wait. No I can’t. Yes, I can. No, I can’t…
VisDare at Anonymous Legacy – 150 word story to accompany the visual prompt: Waiting
They told me one o’clock. I got here at noon. It’s now four o’clock, and no one’s here. I don’t believe this.
They know I hate waiting. So, I don’t get it.
Is this a joke? Was it supposed to be Tuesday? Now that’s really crazy if they told me to be here a day early.
They wouldn’t do that to me. That’s insane
If this is a joke, I’m never talking to them again. Next time they can wait on me until hell freezes over.
Hell freezes over? Now that’s funny.
I’ll just wait a little longer. A few more hours or, ha, days or weeks, are no big deal. It’s not like I have anything to do.
Funny, my mother always said that I would have been late for my own birth if it was up to me..
Hey? Is there any chance that my funeral was yesterday?
LOL! I love this idea — of a ghost late to his own funeral. I love a solidly ironic VisDare, and you delivered! Well done!
Thank you, Angela.
My mother always said that if my head wasn’t attached to my neck, I would end up leaving it somewhere.
Very funny and very well written, drawing the reader in, until that fantastic last line.
and it is literally my last line….