Time Lapse

Image: Mary Oakey

The Boulder Weekly holds an annual 101-word fiction contest. Thousands of entries come in. I made the finalists list a couple times a few years ago. It’s good practice. Here’s a new one, that’s actually not fiction.

Time lapse

Walker packed for his Monday morning Munich flight by noon Sunday. It was summer. He’d gone for a run then lay down for an afternoon nap. He fell deeply asleep, awakening with a start, looking at his watch. “Shit! Six o’clock! I’m late!” He raced south then east on I-70. He noticed RVs and trucks towing boats, odd for this early on a weekday. He didn’t notice the sun was behind him until he was halfway to the Denver airport. He shouted and laughed when it hit him. He looked at the weekend drivers to see who noticed, then drove home.