Herculean Task

Flea Market, Shoreditch, London, Uk
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It was a labour worthy of Hercules. Flynn had hardly slept the night before owing to his awareness of the task that was before. Now the time had come and he would have to pull together every ounce of courage as he was about to enter into the unknown. This was not just the stretching of his comfort zone, but a true unheaval of the established order.

“All you need to do is go in and get it.” The words reverberated through his very being.

He took a deep breath and proceeded into the precincts of the charity shop and approached the counter.

“Do you – do you have a red scarf with dragonflies?” he asked. “My Gran said she thought she saw one here.”

“If we do it will be along the back wall,” the middle-aged volunteer said.

Flynn took another breath before setting out past the mismatched dishes, shapeless cardigans, and the ever present mustiness of the air.

There it was the scarf of his quest. He snatched it from the rack and hurriedly returned to the till.

“That will be two pounds,” the volunteer said kindly.

Flynn whipped out his phone to pay.

“Sorry we only take cash,” the volunteer said.

Cash? Flynn though, beginning to panic. Who uses cash?

Unwilling to be defeated he said that he would be right back and made his way to the ATM.

Flustered but not defeated, he returned and made the purchase.

In so doing Flynn had overcome the most extreme test yet to be encountered by a Gen Z. Little did he know that his greatest labour was yet to come when he would have to do battle with Gran’s rotary phone.

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Padre

FOWC with Fandango — Extreme

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