” I can’t imagine spending a good 10 hours of my day, everyday , in this congested , suffocating office”, Neha sighed recalling her friend’s father’s luxurious living-room-of-an-office.
“Imagine, all the boring , repetitive, balance sheets that I would have to wrestle with. Can’t believe people send so many gifts/ urgent packages everyday. I sure don’t receive any”, her soliloquy continued.
“You are so tall, I am so petite”.
“You are so beautiful , I am ugly.”
Neha overheard the two flower bouquets converse.
” Someone had bothered to decorate the new employee’s work-table. It wasn’t going to be that terrible after all”
Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle. Thanks Rochelle for hosting the challenge.
PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson.
Thanks Dale for our photo prompt .