ZEALOT

Shifting in his chair a wee bit, the Zealot twiddled his thumbs and stared blankly at the wall in front of him. When an idea finally popped into his head, he cracked his knuckles and lifted the screen of his laptop. Then for the umpteenth time that day, he once again realised that the idea wasn't good enough for him.

His wife barged into the room with a defeated look on her face. "You've been sitting here like a gargoyle for the past hour or so. Aren't you gonna help around?"

"Gargoyles are creatures, they move", he shot back.

"No, they're largely sculptures....but you're right, maybe even they might move...you though..."

"Bah! You're not helping me out here. Once I finish with this, I'll be free", his voice was full of promise.

"You know how much you've missed out on this April?"

"What did I miss?" There was finally some curiosity on his face for the first time this evening.

"DJ Avicii died...apparently suicide."

"Oh God! When??"

"Le Professeur...Arsene Wenger made an announcement of his stepping down as Manager of Arsenal FC after 22 long years...are you really an Arsenal fan?", she smirked.

"HE DID WHAT???", he almost dropped the laptop in agony.

"You missed paying the credit card bill."

"YIKES!"

"And here's worse! You missed our anniversary!", she raised an eyebrow.

"April?", he chided her, "I know our anniversary is in October. Good try!"

"OUR FIRST MEETING ANNIVERSARY!!!", she barked.

"What the...", he responded, completely stumped.

"And guess what...", she folded her arms in front of her chest.

"What?"

"It's not April anymore...it's MAY! So you've technically missed your deadline!"

"NOOOO!!", he squealed, and began punching the laptop's keys like a man possessed.

And thus, his month-long A to Z Challenge 2018 finally came to an end.

FINIS.