Yay! It’s Wednesday! Time to get those brain cells fired up and come up with a story for this week’s prompt by Gail Marie Stratford. Must admit, I had no idea where I was going though I did see the shadow first… 😉
Thank you Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, of Addicted to Purple fame, for hosting this shindig weekly. At least once per week I am forced to get my creative juices running thanks to you!
Should you wish to participate (I warn you, it is addictive), please click on the blue frog for instructions and to add your two cents’ worth. No? Just want to read? You can do that too!
Genre: Sort of Fiction
Word count: 100
I sat in my office, gazing at the city below.
How did I get here? I never had plans to be an office drone. It started with a week-end receptionist job at my dad’s office. Making money was so cool. I could buy myself stuff. Way better than going to school!
The more I did this work, the better I became, the more I earned. Ended up doing it for over 3o years. I loathed it.
Hah! Even the shadow on the building flipped me the bird, mocking me.
I took it as a sign to quit, to change paths.