Daily story, April 10, 2025

He had been up the tree for four hours when he started to feel the pressure in his guts. He had planned for everything else. He had food and drink, and straps to hold him if he nodded off, and big empty wide-necked passata bottles to piss in. But this, somehow, he had forgotten. There were twenty hours left. There was sunshine glowing through the young leaves. There were well-wishers picnicking below, and two in the branches with him. He was going to have to give the sponsorship money back. He was going to get a new nickname. But that could wait, a little while. For the moment, it was beautiful up there.