Write a Book in a Day 2018

With every last bit of strength he could muster, Finn forced himself back on his feet. His ribs ached, his mouth was as dry as a desert, and he could feel him feet wavering like a solar- powered bobble-head figurine. However, beyond belief, the man could still see through the blurring edges of his vision. He had to relocate this kangaroo. He needed to; for the sake of a good story. Yet, as soon as the plane came into his parameter he spotted something else. Something...Orange. It was then, that Finn suddenly realised – it was the kangaroo.

It was then, that he let out a defeated: “NOOOOOOOOooooOOOOOOOooooooooo!” With that, he began the limping journey towards the plane with all the might he could muster. Yet, it was too late. The cheeky roo had already hopped up the stairs and was up into the plane. Finn swore he even saw it wink from the window. Suddenly, a hefty hand hit Finn’s shoulder, startling him back to the brutal reality. His head snapped backwards, ready to pounce on whatever wild Australian predator was in his wake;

only to spot Barry’s bustling figure appeared beside him. “Take the rods, mate,” he announced. “You’ve earnt it”. An exhausted Finn forced out a final smile. “Thanks, mate”.

With a pat on the back and a whirl of the wind, Finn swung his rucksack and rods over his back, took a final glance at the red and the rocks and the roo, and boarded his plane.