Friday, 26 February 2010

Fiction Friday #3

Here's my attempt for this week's Fiction Friday challenge on the Write Anything blog. Today's challenge is;

The bag was empty except for a smudged slip of paper which said, “Sorry.”

“Bitch!” Casey screwed up the bag and threw it into the bin by her desk.

“Something wrong?” asked Anna.

Casey sat back in her chair. A scowl contorted her face.

“Yes, something is wrong. I asked that useless cow to get me a couple of cinnamon swirls to get me through the afternoon, and instead I get an empty paper bag. How am I supposed to meet my deadline without a sugar fix?”

Spectral pastries danced across her vision; she even thought she could smell the sugary icing. In fact, she realised she could smell the icing. A thought occurred to her and she fished the bag out of her bin.

“Why did she bother giving you the bag if the bakery had run out?” asked Anna. She didn’t even glance up from her computer. Casey wondered if Anna ever really paid attention.

“They hadn’t. She ate them herself. She ate them, and then left the bag for me.” Casey tossed the crumpled bag onto Anna’s desk. “She’ll be more than sorry when she gets back.”

“All of this fuss over cinnamon swirls?”

“It’s the principle of it! I paid for those pastries! And to include a cursory note – that’s not an apology, it’s a slap in the face.”

Casey stormed out of the office, slamming the door.

Anna listened as Casey stomped down the corridor toward the lifts. She sighed deeply, before wiping sugar icing off her hands.

3 comments:

adampb said...

So deliciously wicked. Loved it.

Icy Sedgwick said...

Thank you!

Carrie said...

Sorry! Heehee. I'd be pissed off too. ;)

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