“Time’s up, let’s go!” stated the shadowy figure matter-of-factly as he loomed over George, who lay in bed trembling, startled to be awakened in the middle of the night by this intruder.
“But I can’t go now, I’m not ready yet,” George stuttered. “I need an extension or something… there’s so much I have to do!”
“You’ve had sixty years George, plenty of time to get your affairs in order.”
“But I always thought I’d have more time, you know… to get my life straightened out and make amends, and… and tell people I love them.”
“Everyone always thinks they’ll have more time George; sorry, bud, game over.”
This has been a Six Sentence Story, written for Denise’s blog hop at GirlieOnTheEdge. The prompt word we needed to use this week was “extension“. Click on the link to read some other great stories, and maybe add one of your own!