Three minutes isn’t very long is it? That’s just three single minutes. And one minute’s not very long at all; sixty seconds, gone in a flash. You get sixty in an hour. Even that’s not very long. No time at all if that’s all you have, say, if you need to nip to the shops and grab a sandwich at lunchtime. So a minute’s nothing much really. And three times nothing much really is still nothing much really. But if you’re all alone, sitting on the loo, waiting for either one or two lines to appear, three minutes is forever.
About the author
P. A. Westgate, Paul, lets his imagination run wild through short-story writing. In addition to writing, Paul enjoys an eclectic mix of activities including reading, singing, the Arts and cocktails. He lives quietly in his native Essex where he tries, with varying degrees of success, to keep his house and garden tidy.
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