This post is written for Friday Fictioneers. The challenge is to write a compete story with a beginning, middle and end in 100 words or less. My story follows the picture prompt below.
He had everything figured out to the smallest detail. Her bag was packed and stood by the doorway. Gas tank was full. He had made three practice drives to the hospital. The drive was anywhere from six to nine minutes depending on traffic. This would be a piece of cake. All she had to to was tell him it was time.
The expected time arrived . But as they rounded the curve they saw the stalled tractor.
“Plan B. Get out of the car and come over to my side and get ready to deliver your new baby boy,” she cried.