I have completed a story I am calling "Gang Aft Agley" from the Robbie Burns poem, "To a Mouse."
I know I will get notes from those who only know the variant of the phrase from "Auld Lang Syne" but such is life... this is a snippet from the Burns' poem.
But Mousie, thou art no thy lane,
In proving foresight may be vain:
The best laid schemes o' mice an' men
Gang aft agley,
An' lea'e us nought but grief an' pain,
For promis'd joy!
Still thou are blest, compared wi' me!
The present only toucheth thee:
But och! I backward cast my e'e,
On prospects drear!
An' forward, tho' I canna see,
I guess an' fear!
And that is the basis for story... with the exception that our protagonist worries but does not fear. I hope you enjoy it when it is posted.