Last Monday I had a zouch and thought ‘Has my passport expired?’ I scrambled out of bed to check. Crap. One month overdue and we were leaving Friday morning.
On Wednesday I started to worry that the passport office would not be able to courier my new passport in time. On Thursday they called to say my passport was in Auckland but couldn’t be delivered until Friday. I rushed to the depot, spoke to every man and his dog and eventually someone located my passport.
Tokyo is a magical wonderland full of unusual sights, sounds and tastes that beckon enticingly. After a madcap adventure with the passport office we’re finally here!
For 100 consecutive days I will write and post a short story (about 100 words) incorporating a randomly selected word from Afterliff: A new dictionary of things there should be words for.
A panicky nocturnal thought that makes you suddenly sit up in bed.
One who sniffs fruit in a supermarket.