Write a Book in a Day 2018

B oom, C rash, B ang

As the caravan hurtled towards the abyss, the panic increased in everyone, including the usually calm Bonnie. Byron looked miserable. “What does it matter? You’ve hated me from the moment we’ve met anyway. If we don’t make it, if I don’t make, who cares?” Bonnie was astonished. Sure, they’d had their arguments. And sure, they hadn’t exactly gotten off to a flying start in terms of friendship. And yet, in this bizarre, bumpy journey, Bonnie had grown rather fond of this disheveled eternal optimist. So everyone was surprised, none more than herself, when she said quietly, “It would break my heart. I wouldn’t want to lose you. You’re my friend. The first I’ve had in… well, for a long time.” Bonnie could hardly believe herself. Was she crying? Surely not. Her chest was getting this strange…bursting feeling. Like warmth, or a gentle humming. I really am going mad. But she smiled, and so did Byron. “Thank you,” he said, and though he avoided meeting Bonnie’s gaze, knowing she’d be embarrassed at the expression of emotion, he meant it from the bottom of his heart. Ah, emotions. How quaint. Look at our characters, realising their feelings. Truly touching. Eddie thought so too. For, as you may or may not have guessed, this is the true reason that he is here. In that strange instinctual way animals know things, he saw the pair rattling along, and knew he was there to help them. To help them reach the end of their journey, but also to help them create a friendship they both needed. He sighed (can emus sigh?) with satisfaction. His work was done. And the cliff, right on cue, loomed into view.

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