Thank you, Roger for the Photo–prompt for this week’s Friday Fictioneers. I can imagine people from busy offices having a lunch break sitting on the benches by the river to enjoy some sun and fresh air.
Our host Rochelle encourages us to write a 100-word flash fiction to illuminate what is behind the pictures. More story contributions are found HERE.
During lunch breaks, she would come and sit by me on the bench. She said I was lovely and shared her fruit salad. It was her first job in the city, and over enthusiastic around the office with her boyish, charming smile for everyone. She said my hair danced in the wind and she gave me strawberries with cream.
I stopped her touching my knee, after she said I like your firm racing-horse legs.
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.
More stories form the group can be found HERE. Visit Rochelle for an insight to her world.
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.