The Calendar
The calendar was one of those old fashioned, wooden ones that required winding on every day. An ugly contraption, with three scrolls for the day, date and month. Not for the first time as he looked upon it, Neil was reminded of an upright piece of toast with windows cut into it. It was older than even he was, having originally belonged to his late mother. He rose and wound the first two windows until they read Monday and 24 respectively. The bottom window didn’t need winding on, it would be March for another seven days yet, unless Armageddon decided to prevail itself on an unsuspecting world….
by Danni J Pitcher
Danni is 35 years old & lives in Southampton with his wife & three kids (soon to be four in Feb).He has always written for fun & self-amusement, but has only recently tried scratching a living from it.He has written one novel (unpublished), The Day Fillers & is halfway through his second, King of the Castle. He has also written several sitcoms which are currently being considered by various production companies.