Marilee, where have you been? “ a woman’s voice staccatos.
“And where is that brief I asked you for an hour ago? ” the blonde homunculus snaps.
“Never mind, got it, so let’s see how much you’ve screwed this up,” the harridan continues, snatching a sheaf of stapled pages from the alien desk.
The fact that she seems, somehow, to have become someone named Marilee adds two more nerves to the three hundred billion that are already fraying badly.
This is a Six Sentence Stories installment. The cue was “fray.”
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9 thoughts on “Into the Fray (Six Sentence Stories, Installment 5)”
LOVE this story. What I don’t love is people whom you meet who talk so much that you can’t get a word in and look at all the erroneous conclusions the homunculous harridan draws. That would fray my nerves as well.
The last sentence is perfect. And I love your use of vocabulary!
Great story! 🙂
very cool installment! liking the ‘movement in the story’
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What is goin on!????
Hehehe I do like the irritation. Reminds me of “I have one nerve left, and you’re ON IT!”
There is always that one person who can do us in…
How sad it is that there are still people that think sitting in their own office is about domination of those that have to discuss work with them.