Short Story


His eyes are bloodshot and almost popping out it’s socket.

His neighbour has parked a car in front of his and there was no way he could drive his car out. In his T-shirt and grey short, his tummy protruding, he walks to the door of the neighbour bangs it and shouts that he come, drive his car to the side so he could drive out.

Unfortunately, the man was on the toilet seat. The man shouted that he will be there in a jiffy.

He had to wait.

Patience wasn’t his forte.

Standing by his car, folded arms, fuming inwards and shaking his right leg as he waited.

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