Speculative Short Story and Flash Fiction Writer
Claire took a mysterious 5-day internship offered to her by her careers advisor. With blood-spattered shirts, daily earthquakes and endless biscuits on the menu, something strange is afoot. Ooo. Spooky.
“Hello, I’m Claire.”
RAPL’s jaded receptionist looked up at the slim hand that was stretched out toward her, then traced her eyes up further to the beaming, nervous face to which it belonged.
The receptionist didn’t take the hand. Instead, she looked back down at her monitor and barked, “Surname?” Continue reading “The Intern: Part 1”
“Hi, I’m Claire? The intern?”
RAPL’s receptionist looked up at the worried face before her and replied, “I know, we established that yesterday.”
Claire turned pink. “I… I just want to know where I’m supposed to be today.”
The receptionist sighed and pointed at elevator doors on the wall to Claire’s left. “First floor. Ask for Bob.” Continue reading “The Intern: Part 2”
“Hi.”
RAPL’s receptionist looked up with her eyebrows raised expectantly.
“Um. I’m Claire. The Intern?”
“I know,” the receptionist said coldly.
Claire nodded. “Just wondering where I need to be today.”
“Floor two. Take the lift. Ask for Leslie.” Continue reading “The Intern: Part 3”
“Floor 3 today?”
RAPL’s receptionist looked up into Claire’s face with the same look that she would give had she stepped in something brown and noxious. Claire was different today. Her meek, mouse-like appearance had given way to self-confidence. Her chin was raised, and there was not a hint of a stutter in her voice. And that didn’t do at all. Continue reading “The Intern: Part 4”
