Here’s your bag of doughnuts, Maria.
I picked up your laundry today.
Can I get you coffee?
The workers all stopped at Maria’s cubicle, plying her with attention. The new intern, Eugene, observed it all with amusement. Nudging an older colleague, Jay, he jerked his head in Maria’s direction, ‘What’s with the Godmother? Are we her slaves?’
‘SSHH! Not so loud.’
‘Why? She can’t do anything. She’s just another employee.’
Dropping his voice, Jay whispered, ‘She’s a witch. She puts curses on people. It’s a known secret.’ Eugene was about to guffaw when he saw Maria’s eyes boring into his.
Welcome to The Moving Quill!
For this year’s A to Z Challenge, I’ve taken up the theme of
An Oxymoron rendered in micro-fiction.
Each day’s title will have one half of the oxymoron while the second half will be revealed towards the end of the post.
Follow me as I unravel each tale in exactly 100 words.