Five Sentence Fiction – Waiting
WAKE UP CALL
The world was waiting with bated breath; my team members were chewing their nails as it was cricket world cup finals between two recognized rival countries making the match more interesting.
Last over, last ball and I was the last batsman to take the strike, only four runs needed to win.
I looked equally menacingly at the bowler; corrected my stance: it was either hit six or be doomed.
Someone wailed in my ears ‘ wake up silly, wake up’
Oh no! Why mother comes always at the wrong time or is it that the dream always comes at the waking time.
