He remembered his father often repeating that mantra…
…And now no matter how he had tried massaging them, manipulating them, even re-counting them in different ways the numbers stubbornly remained stuck.
With a deadline looming he would soon have to admit that things had not turned out as he had hoped; that he had miscalculated and worse, would have to concede failure on this occasion.
“Damn 100 words is a tight target to tell a story!” He exclaimed to the empty room.