The mop spread the apple juice more than it absorbed it. Ian’s mind was lost somewhere between the bucket’s unpleasant smell, his sticky shoes, and his internal argument about the dominant color: tired yellow or dirty white? Mini-mart: the worst Instagram filter.
Then, the mop collided with a splash of purple. Purple peep-toe stilettos to be exact.
A shrieked erupted. Ian instinctively looked at the source: his manager, the woman with more make-up than face.
“You’re fired!” She bellowed.
“No need for drama.” Miss Purple chuckled. “I have an excuse to buy new ones.” She winked at Ian. “Drive me?”
This is a drabble for Monday’s prompt.
March 6th, 2013 at 1:13 pm
Terrific fun drabble! Love the lead up to the manager’s shrieking and the customer’s response. Perfect slice of possible romance with her wink at Ian and “Drive me?”
Great job!
March 6th, 2013 at 7:32 pm
Thank you! I wasn’t sure the ending would make sense to anyone else but me. XD Ah! Self doubt…
March 6th, 2013 at 7:50 pm
It made perfect sense. You portrayed a classy woman who has a sense of humor… and knows what she wants [Ian]. Lol Nice job!
March 7th, 2013 at 6:30 pm
Yay!