Guess what? (And despite what my husband says, the answer is NOT “chicken butt.”) But really, GUESS WHAT. It’s my:
When I started this blog, I wouldn’t have imagined I could possibly keep this up for 50 stories. But here I am, and I’m loving every minute of it!
Tonight’s story strays a little from my “usual” challenges, but it was just as tough! Give it a read and I’ll reveal the challenge at the end!
Not again. The thought hiccuped like a broken record. The traffic gods were against Harvey. Horns cried out from every direction.
Harvey tried not to check the time. It only fueled his frustration. He looked anyway. His interview would start in seven minutes.
Oh, the strings Harvey had to pull to secure this interview. It was his second and, he knew, last chance. Traffic began to move.
Harvey missed his first interview thanks to a six car pileup. He’d practically had to beg Mr. Lin to reschedule. Harvey had six minutes and no more chances. He grew unbearably fidgety.
This job was Harvey’s lifeline. He’d finally hit rock bottom. It wasn’t all his fault, really. He blamed himself for some things, like the theater investment. He could’ve come back from that, though. Yes, that was one thing he controlled.
Five minutes left. Harvey was ten blocks away. Approaching the green light, he squirmed.
Joey, Jasmine, and Juniper. These were Harvey’s children—his triplets. He’d known for only two weeks that they existed. The phone call from Maria left him trembling terribly. Suddenly he was a worthless, unemployed daddy.
The triplets were six weeks old, Maria said. All comically chunky. Harvey gave Maria the silent treatment for days. She shouldn’t have kept it from him. Wrongdoings aside, an instant, overwhelming love for his children seized Harvey.
Brakes screeched and movement ceased. The traffic light showed no mercy for Harvey. Harvey’s death grip on the steering wheel loosened. He blew out a sigh of surrender—to failure, change, lost chances. When his phone rang, Harvey almost didn’t answer it.
“Hello?” he muttered, massaging his temple.
“Harvey Barnum, this is Angela Coolidge. I am Eric Yin’s executive assistant.”
Harvey swallowed, enduring the tang of bad news. With four minutes left, he had cut it too close.
“Mr. Yin encountered an emergency,” Angela told Harvey. “He’s asked to reschedule your interview this morning.”
Harvey’s cloak of stress unraveled. “Absolutely,” he mumbled in a daze.
Angela quickly scheduled a new interview. Harvey sobbed after he hung up. Grateful tears. He couldn’t—wouldn’t—let his babies down. The light turned green. Harvey laughed. He wouldn’t be late. He’d be two hours early.
The challenge in this post was: The number of words in each sentence was determined by the roll of two six-sided dice.