PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz
Stomping my feet, doing a jig and waving my arms about like a raging lunatic, I finally gave up.
The night was so black I’d winded myself locating my car earlier than I’d anticipated, the only light a dazzling glow from the camera’s ever-ready presence comforting me in my frozen stupor.
Diving back into the car I started the engine. There was no way I’d even be able to operate the shutter and time was running out.
My phone beeped. An email!
“Aargh… better check it!”
‘Log in for updates on the Boson’s Meteor’
“No! Damn! Damn!”
“It’s tomorrow night!”