Flash Fiction # 118 -- Is it time yet?

 

(A little pre-NaNoWriMo Fun)



      Zaphod sat on the desk between me and the computer screen, his golden eyes blinking.


"Is it time yet?"


"No, Zaphod." I worked at getting my spreadsheet finished, even though I knew I would abandon it in a couple days.


"Is it time yet?"


"No." I added an array of colors and new SUM totals.


"Is it time yet?"


"Turn around and look at the screen