The challenge this week from Rochelle for Friday-Fictioneers is a lovely picture from Na’ama Yehuda. My first impression to this prompt was to think of Thumbelina and where she would do her laundry? Instead, I have gone for piece about an office party.
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The Office Laundry
The office secret Santa presents are useless items given to generate moments of tasteful laughter at the party.
They gave Mrs Welsh a pair of woollen knickers as she constantly complained about the cold air beneath her skirt.
Occasionally, the joke was incomprehensible and generated both unease and fodder for speculative gossip.
Why did Julie spill her drink and blush when George Carson received a pink toy washing machine?
Doris had seen them holding hands, and Angela thought Julie looked radiant.
Should they buy new hats?
Tom, the Devil’s advocate, bought a black tie, in case Mrs Carson found out.
James McEwan 
All human life is there
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Dear James,
Oops. That’s some office gossip that could get particularly ugly for Mr. Carson. Fun piece.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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There might be a murder mystery, or perhaps a love tryst brewing in that office! Well done, James!
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What a fun story!
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Nothing like office gossip to make the work place juicy.
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Office Christmas parties… oh the memories. Well done.
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If the office knows, Mrs Carson won’t be far behind.
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Well, that makes the party so much more fun. Wonderful vibrations underlying this excellent story, James. 🙂
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I like the way you brought in several characters to tell a very short and provocative story.
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That’s some office! 🙂 Loved what you did with that!
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Well done. Love the presents.
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Resonant and eerily accurate. Offices are seething jungles of humans acting like animals (no offense to animals intended!) Good story, James.
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Great take on the prompt, with very neat construction and a satisfying conclusion.
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For George’s sake, I hope Mrs C doesn’t read this!
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Woolen knickers sound unbearably itchy.
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Nothing like washing your dirty laundry in the office 🙂
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There’s nowhere to hide from prying eyes, especially when the gossip starts to fly.
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Unique, fun twist on this prompt.
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i’m afraid sooner or later somebody would be left hanging out to dry. in a good way, of course. 🙂
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Hahaha oh gosh, yes workplace gossip, especially around holidays. You really captured how it goes on.
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It is all that spice in the cake…
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