100 Words Theme [1]:
He was the luckiest guy in the world.
My entry [2]:
“Let’s see.” The angel ran a quill pen along the page of the lengthy tome. “Hmmm, yes. You tripped over a skateboard, smashed your knee on a fire hydrant, staggered into the street, were hit by a car, thrown thirty feet, landed in the broken glass in the middle of the avenue, caused a major accident, in which the car that came to rest atop you burst into flames, killing you after two agonizing, screaming minutes. You were very lucky, Mr. Forester.”
“What? You call that lucky?”
Then the angel told him what would have happened had he lived.