Fashionably Late

Harold fidgeted in the backseat of his automobile, checking his pocket watch every few minutes.

“Frank, I cannot afford to be late,” he said, scowling.

He patted the ticket in his breast pocket. He had spent half his savings in order to ride on the most luxurious passenger liner ever built. Just as the ship would sail on her maiden voyage, he too would experience the seas for the first time. Today, he would be a part of history.

Frank pulled into the dock five minutes too late. Harold’s stomach sank as he watched the Titanic sail away without him.

Advertisements
This entry was posted in 100 Word and tagged , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s