Posted by: Author | March 2, 2015

Tuesday Tales- March 3, 2015- Address

Badge for TT - very smallTuesday Tales are a series of tales written by a select group of authors using a different word or picture prompt every week. For this week, the word is address. Be sure to check out the other stories here.

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“I thought maybe you and I could go and grab some dinner. We’ve both worked so hard this week and it might be fun to have a nice meal and a glass of wine.”

Taken aback at the nurse’s brazenness, Ian stood in stunned silence for a few seconds. When he finally found his voice, he said, “Sorry. I have a policy against seeing coworkers outside the office unless it’s an official outing.”

She turned a shade of red that Ian had never seen before. It was disconcerting to say the least but he turned away to reach for the doorknob.

A hand grabbed onto his bicep.

Ian whirled around and through gritted teeth, said, “I suggest you remove your hand right this minute.”

“What are you going to do if I don’t? You can’t fire me.” Nancy smirked as if she had him right where she wanted him.

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that.”

“I can’t imagine why you’d think you could do anything to me at all. I have the upper hand here, not you.”

“How dare you address me in this manner.” Stunned at her tone, Ian stood in shock for a second.

“I’ll speak to you any way I want. I have job security like you’ll never know. Try to have me fired. You’ll never do it. In fact, you should polish off your own resume or better, yet, get yourself back to England. I’m a dangerous enemy to make.”

Ian crossed his arms, trying to decide whether to continue in this ridiculous conversation or make a break for home and some peace and quiet. And a bit of wine.

Before he could come to any conclusion, Nancy shoved him in the chest.

Startled and stunned by the physical altercation yet being too much of a gentleman to retaliate, he turned and jerked on the door knob. Once the door was open, Ian stepped out to the parking lot and over to his car.

Nancy called out after him, “Go on and run away. You’re a lame excuse for a man.”

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Responses

  1. Oh my, she definitely is a forceful one. Wonder just how he’ll handle this!

    • Lol Sarah. She’s a witch on wheels, yeah?

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  2. Can I sock her for him? What a bitch! She should accept his turn-down graciously. He might have been a little less abrupt, but, hey, he’s a guy. So now I want to know exactly what she’s got on him or someone else that would allow her to pull strings! Well done.

    • Punch away, Jean. She’s something else,isn’t she? Lol. Thanks for the compliment. And yeah, men can be abrupt. Lol.

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  3. I felt sorry for her when she turned red, and then boy did her true colors come out! Not a nice person at all, and how is he going to handle her threats? Great job.

    • Thanks Flossie. This is going to get interesting with them. At least I hope so. lol

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  4. Ooooo, what a witch with a B. Great snippet!

    • Lol Vicky. She is indeed. Thanks.

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  5. Holy smokes, she’s a handful and a half … great snippet! …. but you did skip a paragraph or two again, didn’t you … LOL

    • Hahah Iris. Yep, I moved on a smidge. Just a bit from the phone call with Lanette last week.

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  6. Looks like there’s some trouble brewing…

    • He has NO idea, Joselyn! LOL!

  7. Holy cow I kind of want to trip her! She’s definitely going to be a handful!

    • Lol Mary. I love your comment. Awesome. Trip her all day. Lol

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  8. Nancy takes the upper hand. What now? There are many twists and turns in this tale.

    • Yep, there are, Morgan. The writer gets bored with no twists. Lol.

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