- Oak -
Tomato soup clung to my lip. I licked it off and glanced about. Nobody had seen. What a boring day at the office. I tapped the oak desk, craned my neck to see if any clients approached the door, but no, there was nobody. The phones didn't ring, and the skeleton staff snored behind their computers. No managers, no workey, right?
I was restless, couldn't stop thinking about Bob. Would he walk past the door again? I glanced at my wristwatch. 12.15. Any minute now he'd flit past and I'd pretend not to notice. My heart fluttered in my chest.
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Drabbles and Dabbles
Short StoryDrabbles: Use only 100 words, and tell us a story. That's the challenge, if you choose to accept it. Don't waste words, and use no more and no less than precisely one hundred words. Go! (You'll find mine in the pages that follow) Dabbles: Every so o...
