It made him jump when it swooped down, and through his attempt to swat it away he’d forgotten the open juice carton on the bench next to him.
He wouldn’t have time to change his trousers; the day was already stacked against him.
At least my ice cream is intact.
This was written for Sacha Black‘s writespiration challenge, to write no more or no less than 52 words with the prompt given. This weeks prompt was…
Somewhere in your 52 words you need to include ALL the following words:
Time, Stack, Juice, Pigeon