100 Word Story

This is my 100 word story for this week

The man sat there. Staring straight ahead. Just sitting across the bench.” Hello”. He didn’t answer. “ Hey”. Nothing. “ Ugh, Nice Moustache?”. He was silent. That annoyed me. The polite thing to do would have been to answer. I slapped him across the face. I recoiled instantly. He was made of something hard and shiny. A statue. I must have looked stupid, talking to a statue. Suddenly I couldn’t move. I was rooted to the spot. The man stood up.“ About time. Good luck mate.” He walked away whistling, leaving me with my hand poised in the air, frozen in bronze.