It’s a free writing day. Let it all hang out. Even if you think it’s stupid. Just roll along. OK here goes.
Day nineteen, only tomorrow left to go. Just one more day to go, twenty four hours to go. Tomorrow, Day Twenty. Zero hour.
These days, life seems to be made up of a continuum of ‘ only one more day to go’!
For example. Only one more day to go before registration for the Harley Rally closes. Only one more day to go before interest on the investment is paid. Only one more day to go before interest on the mortgage is due. Only one more day to go before the exams start. Only one more day to go before the exam results are published. Only one more day to go before the new boss takes over. Only one more day to go before the accounts have to be in order. Only one more day to go before the car’s registration is due. Only one more day to go before we go on holidays. Only one more day to go before Charlie and Sharon come to stay.
Christ all Bloody Mighty, not them again.
Here I was thinking that thoughts of ‘only one more day to go’ could be put to rest and bugger me, Charlie and Sharon come into the picture.
Now all I can think of is, Only one more day to go before I have to put up with Charlie grizzling about Sharon’s weight. Only one more day to go before I have to put up with Sharon grizzling about Charlie’s beer gut. Only one more day to go before having my wife worry herself sick about keeping the bathrooms clean because Charlie is a messer. Only one more day to go before I know I’ll be wishing Charlie to hell because he is mixing up all my tools in the shed. Only one more day to go wishing today was the day.
Suddenly, one more day to go became the day before one more day to go. Charlie and Sharon left early this morning. I overheard Sharon say to Charlie, ‘If I have one more day to go in this place I’ll kill her’. I knew she was referring to the woman next door who kept looking over the fence and saying to Sharon, ‘One day I’ll have a nice car like yours’, or, ‘One day I’ll come down and visit you’, or ‘One day I’ll go on a cruise up the Danube’. I found myself thinking, ‘One more day of this and I’ll do something stupid’. The only good thing was she never said’ One more day to go’!
Anyway, Charlie and Sharon have gone, the old duck next door has gone inside, my wife has gone to golf , I’m home alone to do as I bloody well like and I thought to myself,’ Christ I hope I can have one more day to go and enjoy this’!
Only one more day.
This was really good. I liked the overall theme, of one more day, it made for a good read. It was very interesting, and I enjoyed it. It was a great length, and it was humorous, and I can understand your frustrations. Good job.
Thank you. I appreciate your comments.
I loved how you managed to revolve everything around one point… all this while fee writing ! Good job!
Thanks,it was a fun task. I’m glad you enjoyed it.
What an amusing read – I enjoyed that. It was engaging and the repetition worked. I haven’t taken part in writing 101 but think I’ll give it a go on the next round; I wonder how many days to go until that 😉
Well said, glad you enjoyed the read, not too sure how many days to go but if they are anything like the last twenty, it won’t be too long. It seems to me like a must do, i.e., enrolling in writing 201. Hope to see you there.
One More Day. As you have so wonderfully summarized in post, it hit me how many different emotions we have entwined with this one phrase. Sometimes it’s hope, sometimes it’s dread, and sometimes it’s frustration.
Brilliant piece of writing. We do spend so long counting down the days to events we often forget to be present. Definitely stirs a lot of mixed emotions though depending on the event just when you think about it being ‘only one more day’. Really enjoyed this.
Thank you. I’m glad you enjoyed the read.
Really loved and how true for all of us. Super job on the prompt! lily