Hang In There! says the poster, and just beneath this peppy instruction is a photograph of a sloth hanging languidly from a branch. Its little black eyes gaze out, curious, while a superior half-smile on its mouth shows its true colours. “Oh yeah, you hang in there,” that smug mouth seems to say. “I’ll even provide the noose.”
Gordon wants to punch that fucking sloth right between its beady eyes.
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“Take a seat, Miles. Drink?”
“No, no thank you. Better not.”
“Oh, go on. It’s Friday, after all.”
Miles wipes his brow and sits down at his boss’s desk, while Mr Cooke pours two generous tots of whiskey.
“It’s been a tough week, Miles.”
“Have you not found it a tough week?”
“Oh, yes sir. Very tough week. Yes. I nodded.”
“No, I… I agreed. Tough week.”
“Let’s talk about it.” Mr Cooke pushes a glass towards Miles. “Tell me about your week.”
“Well. I had… a few problems.”
“Oh, I know, I know. Exactly how much money did you lose the company, Miles?”
Miles swallows hard. “It was, um, a little over… seven, I think. Yes, seven million.”
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“Winter’s setting in quick, isn’t it?” Mabel peered out of the window at the gloomy street. “I can’t believe it’s dark already.”
“I know. And it’s only 11.15.”
“You’re kidding! I was thinking it was closer to four in the afternoon. Didn’t I have lunch already?”
Aaron laughed. “Nope. Must be getting your days muddled.”
Mabel scratched her head. “Time does drag in this office. So how can it be dark at 11.15 in the morning?” Continue reading “End is Nigh | Flash Fiction”
“Let’s see them, then,” Simon demanded with a grin as he took up his seat at his desk.
Isla turned to look at him with tears in her eyes.
It was the same old Monday morning ritual, and it was the one thing that made Simon’s Mondays just a little bit more cheerful. Continue reading “The Nail Reader | Microfiction”
‘I know he’s right for the job. I know he has all the experience. I know he’ll make this department the best it’s ever been. The trouble is, he knows it, too. He’s got an ego on him. If we give him this promotion, his big head’ll only get even more obnoxious.’ Continue reading “Ego | Flash Fiction”
There was a new girl in the office and everyone felt a bit weird about it.
The equilibrium of the workplace was askew as everyone tried to figure out what she was like and how she’d fit in. It wasn’t that they didn’t like her, but more that they didn’t know her; it simply wasn’t clear if she was going to be likeable.
The staff room was unusually quiet for a Friday lunchtime; the only noise that filled the air was the icky sound of chewing and chomping, slurping and munching. Everyone wanted to chat, like usual, but they didn’t know what to say. Continue reading “Weekend Plans | Flash Fiction”
The change in her attitude was abrupt, to say the least.
One minute she was typing manically at her keyboard, excited and determined to fulfil an end-of-day deadline that had never truly been achievable. The next, she was ready to leave it all behind. Continue reading “Worth | Microfiction”
“How’s the missus?”
Matt frowns. “What missus?”
His colleague frowns right back. “Alisha, isn’t it? How is she?”
“No idea what you’re on about, Marie.”
Marie snorts. “Oh no, you haven’t had a falling out have you?”
Matt maintains his look of puzzlement. “What you on about? I don’t have a girlfriend. Been single for months.” Continue reading “Gossips”
“Psst. Did you see Frank earlier? With Sue?”
“Urgh, I know. Poor girl. Don’t know why they put up with it.”
“Don’t seem to have a lot of choice,” the kitchen wall replied with a sigh. Continue reading “The Walls Always Talk”