This is for him . . .
“Ma’am, would you be so kind as to . . .” I got no further.
The large woman seated behind the desk surged to her feet
and pointed a plump, shaking finger at me. “Insubordination!”
she shrieked.
I felt my eyes widen. I took a step back. “Ex-excuse me?”
“You miserable excuse for a man!” Her voice became even shriller.
“What do you mean by coming here at this hour?!” She shot a telling glance at
the nearby clock.
“I . . . what?”
Her eyes narrowed. “I see retribution for you! I see despair
and a plethora of demons just
waiting to grasp you in their claws and pull you down to where you will be properly
inducted into those halls from which
the wicked forever burn and never escape!”
I blinked and looked around, then indicated myself
questioningly.
The finger came out again. “Yes, you! Demon-spawn!” She
waved her hand, indicating the spotless corridors that lead off in every
direction. “Watch and beware. The demons are preparing as we speak. Your time
is at hand!”
I glanced rather nervously to the right and left. “Demons?
C-claws? But I only . . .”
“Speak not! You will only seal your fate!”
“Seal my . . . but I came to . . .”
“Silence!” the voice had become a shrieking siren of sound.
The small, watery, piercing eyes glanced down at my hands. “Hold! What do you
carry there?”
I lifted an almost-forgotten package. “I . . . um . . .”
“Is it a potion? A talisman? Something from your master?”
“I . . . master? Well, actually, yes.”
“Give it to me little man! Before I set the denizens of hell upon you!”
“Ummm . . . here.”
She pounced, holding the seized package up and peering at it
closely.
I lifted the clipboard in my other hand. “Erm . . . you’ll
have to sign here. And here.”
“Ooh! It’s my samples from the museum!” The woman poked out a thick tongue and licked rubbery lips
which had curved into the semblance of a smile. Then she grabbed a pen and scribbled
next to my finger. “There! Thanks, Bruce! Next time, don’t be late!”
“See you tomorrow, Clara.”
Words meant to stump and/or amaze.
Or just really, really aggravate.
Then, those of us who follow her without question dip pens in ink and attempt to obey.
This week's offering?
insubordination, inducted, despair, plethora, museum and retribution.
I thought a shot of flash fiction would be fun.
How did I do?
You did great of course.....what else????? That is one wacko receptionist.
ReplyDeleteTotally. If I was Bruce, I'd definitely leave that one to the last . . .
DeleteHa, fun! Love it, Diane!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Karen! Loved writing it!
DeleteYou did great. Love when you delve into fiction, so much fun. That brain of yours is a strange and wonderful thing,
ReplyDeleteThe 'strange' I'll definitely go along with . . . :)
DeleteYour descriptions are so good - I could pick that woman out of a lineup anyday!! Great story :)
ReplyDeleteYikes! But would you want to?! :)
DeleteYour fiction stories are SO good! Except now I want to know exactly what is in that box :)!
ReplyDeleteHmmm . . . I'll have to give this some thought . . .
DeleteI'm with Lana---you need to write a follow-up so we know what is in that box!
ReplyDeleteThis could be soooo deliciously nasty . . .
DeleteMethinks that woman is a demon herself.
ReplyDeleteI'm with you, River!
DeleteWow Diane! You had me trembling! Great use of the words - and an amazing piece of writing, as always!
ReplyDeleteTrying to catch up to you, Susan! :)
DeleteLOL - you nailed it! Ironically, as you know my post this week is about being late. Hahaha, the universe is conspiring again...
ReplyDeleteAvoid Clara . . .
DeleteAh brings back great memories of my mail carrying days!
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