She leaps out of bed, a whirlwind of blankets, wild hair and cursing. I blink rapidly.
“What’s happened?” Perhaps, I’ve slept through a phone call. An illness? An accident? Or worse?
“Late for work! Bloody alarm didn’t go off!”
“But it’s three AM,” I check my phone. “And it’s Sunday.”
A 50-word story written by Bruce Arbuckle, inspired by the Freewriters Writing Prompt on Hive, “bed hair”
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