10.31 p.m. Why hasn’t she come home? Maybe she didn’t get a cab.
10.42 p.m. I hope she has a friend with her. I mean, it’s late!
10.46 p.m. Should I call her? I think I should.
10.48 p.m. Okay, I’m calling her now! . . . Fine! Another ten minutes!
10.57 p.m This is just ridiculous! I mean, it’s almost 11! What’s with her?
11 p.m. She’s not home! It’s 11! That’s her curfew. She knows it! Where could she be?
He felt his wife’s hand on his shoulder. “Relax,papa bear. She’s a young adult now. This comes with the territory.”
Welcome to The Moving Quill!
For this year’s A to Z Challenge, I’ve taken up the theme of
An Oxymoron rendered in micro-fiction.
Each day’s title will have one half of the oxymoron while the second half will be revealed towards the end of the post.
Follow me as I unravel each tale in exactly 100 words.