This Week’s Theme: Use the first line of a nursery rhyme (your choice) to start your own story. "Peter Piper Picked a Peck of Pickled Peppers" was all the note said. There was no punctuation, address or signature. Just this simple line blazoned accross the face of a sticky note. Sarah came back from lunch to find it stuck to her computer monitor. The yellow standing out in her dark cubby of the corporate machine. She worried what it could mean of course. Was James playing with getting her attention again. James was a habitual flirt. He hung around her desk and would try to start small talk with the most inane subjects. "How is you day? Did you watch any TV last night? Did you read the paper this morning?" Truth be told James was annoying and if it weren't so innocent, Sarah would have long ago complained. This didn't feel like James though. Sarah wondered what it could be. Maybe it was a note for someone else. It was left under a simple guise but contained secret code of a corporate security leak. The people involved passing instructions back and forth in the guise of Nursary rhymes. Sarah felt a cold trickle go up her spine as she let her immagination run away on a trip of intrigue and idustrial espionage. She imagined one of the theives wounded, holding the blood under his coat trying to pass his last message and making a mistake and sticking the note to the wrong monitor. Sarah looked around her cubby to make sure there was no blood drips. Sarah starting giggling a little bit at how she could let her imagination trip her up like this. Laurance came around the corner just then. "Sarah, did you get my note?" Laurance was the new office manager. Sleek and robust, he went about his daily business like a force of nature. Everyone liked him even if he did come off as a bit concieted. All Sarah could say in response was, "your note?" "Yes my note. When I want to talk to somebody I leave a cryptic note figuring youo would come ask me what it meant faster than if I said come see me. Did you get it?" | |
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4 comments:
The latest corporate management system? And loved the wild spin of the imagination (the sort of thing that I might be tricked into indulging in!) Nice take on the theme.
congratulations, you had me literally LoL-ing when Sarah was looking around the cubicle for blood! This scene would have fit in seamlessly with the other wild imaginings of Amélie Poulin, and I was picturing her as I read your tale. Well done! :-)
PIckled! Or was it tickled?!
yes, that's my kind of girl........a wild imagination. I like it!
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