Saturday, February 11, 2012

She wrecks my head

‘I can’t work with her!’

‘What?’ The boss looked up.

‘She ... she wrecks my head.’

‘She does what?’

‘Look ... I can’t work with her. She ... How about I work with Kirsty instead?’

‘I don’t want you to work with Kirsty.’

The young man looked pained.

‘What’s wrong with Carla?’ the boss asked.

‘Nothing. Nothing’s wrong with Carla. That’s the problem.’

‘The problem?’

‘She wrecks my head.’

‘Oh. You fancy Carla? Our Carla?’

The man looked away, his face flushed red.

‘Carla. Wow. Well, I guess you have three choices: concentrate, resign, or ask her on a date.’


A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words

1 comment:

Margot Kinberg said...

Rob - Ah, a situation faced by quite a lot of people I think. I like this very much!