Flash Fiction Friday 2022 – Week 44
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Excerpts
Demotion
It was not the news Pamela wanted to hear the day before her birthday, but her boss had never been the kind of person to mince words or show any concern for other people’s feelings.
“Fired?” she gasped. “But Mrs. Cochrane…”
Evelyn Cochrane tapped her desk with an inquisitorial finger and said,
“There’s no but, Pamela. The decision is made. Your position here has become redundant. Thank you for everything you did for the company but this is where we part ways.”
“Please don’t. I need this job! Without it, I won’t be able to pay my mortgage and will most likely get evicted at the beginning of the year.”
(…)
I Worship Claire
It was a cold Autumn morning. At precisely 7:29 am, David Peterson opened his eyes and rose from bed right before the alarm clock was set to go off. It was always like this, a perfect biological routine. Whenever things needed to get done, he was ready and willing no matter what.
David shook his head on the way to the bathroom, a throbbing headache making the world slightly distorted as he walked. He had just entered the other division when the strangest of sentences escaped his lips,
“I worship Claire,” he muttered.
Who? he found himself thinking. Not only he didn’t know anyone by that name, but he also disliked the word worship more than anything.
(…)
Sometimes, I Wonder…
Samantha rammed a monstrous rubber dildo down Abner’s throat, a sadistic smile on her lips.
“How do you like it, bitch? Do you want more, huh? Say it, you fucking slut!”
“Mfff,” he muttered, on his hands and knees. It was hard, if not downright impossible for any meaningful sound to come out of his throat with that thing forcing itself in.
“Oops,” she said, pulling the sex toy away from him when she noticed his skin turning blue. “Are you okay?”
Abner coughed on the fuzzy carpet, trying to catch his breath. He sat on the floor, wiped the sweat off his forehead, and said,
“I’m okay, but can we stop for a few minutes, please?”
“Of course,” she sat next to him. “I didn’t go too far this time, I hope.”
(…)
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