Drabble #16 – Wombat Day

There’s a frazzled redhead to my left holding a distressed turtle that’s releasing awful raspy keens and an auspicious cluster of feathers to my right, both seated on cracked brown leather. A small tawny-brown wombat rests on my thighs, turning in circles and wiggling its nose. I question how it got on the subway, or in America. As far as I know wombats live primarily in the country of Not America. I look down at my digital watch, it’s October 22nd. There’s a startling noise of every window being smashed at once. Hordes of wombats start pouring into the subway.

Happy Wombat day eveyone!