Getting Ready

Flowers and Breezes

Daily Prompt: Non Sequitur
Write a post about anything you like, but be sure to include somewhere in the final paragraph:
“He tried to hit me with a forklift!”
Show a Non Sequitur.

It was getting late. I was trying to get ready for a wedding reception. The time the hosts had given was 8.00pm. The watch’s minute hand was inching towards five past eight. My husband’s patience was wearing thin. For the life of me I still don’t understand how time runs away from me. Why I can’t be on time?

I was getting terribly flustered. Sweat had started glistening on my forehead in the month of December. For the umpteenth time I searched for my black beaded clutch to go with the dress I was wearing. I badly needed the clutch to materialize in front of me.

Oh God! Where is it?

Let me search for my black…

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