“Those dammed Himalayan Kerchoos.” Church deacon Samantha’s self-scolding was enough to make her blush. She had always been a stickler for details. Planning a luncheon date required a minimum of two day’s notice. She often ate alone.
“Stupid purchasing job!” “I was happy, my income was sufficient.” Looking towards the window she wished to relive the quick easy order for fifty Himalayan Kerchoos, “That damned extra zero.” “I’m a good person.” Samantha’s self-talk played like a good cop bad cop script.
Hiram, her boss, brings her a cup of tea and smiles, “Mrs. Johnson would like three dozen for Christmas.”
Written as part of the Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (more details HERE). The idea is to write a short story of 100 words based on the photo prompt (above).
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6 thoughts on “The Extra Zero”
Samantha is one of those people who makes herself nuts, isn’t she? Perhaps a little Xanax would help. 😉
Sam definitely needs a chill pill.
Not easy when orders are piling up…
Cool glasses Bjorn <— missing (2) dots
And all’s well that ends well 🙂
Hiram is a good man.