Saturday, April 19, 2014

Q is for Queasy


"Dipti you should be more proactive" said her manager as they sat in the meeting room for her appraisal discussion.

But she hardly listened. Dipti knew well the rehearsed dialogues these managers were paid to deliver so she just sat there waiting for the sham of a discussion to get over.

So she played last night's episode of Sherlock in her mind while her boss continued "I agree you have done good work. But what did you do extra? What value did you add to the company?"

For some reason the word value registered in Dipti's mind and her attention returned to the manager.

"Harsh I've got several appreciation mails from the client. What more value do you want?" she blurted out.

But he was a manager and he couldn't give her the edge so he continued "Dipti you have just done what is assigned to you and nothing extra. Weekend work or staying late which you have written in the appraisal form are just part of your job. You already get paid for that. So I can't rate you more."

'My God does he ever stop!' she thought as he continued yapping on the values of an ideal employee.

But there was only so much she could take. His sentences, his voice made her queasy. When he finally asked her again "So what did you give to the company apart from the work you are well paid for?" that's when it happened.

Dipti puked on Harsh for she was already nauseous. For some reason instead of feeling embarrassed she felt happy. So getting up from her seat before leaving Dipti wiped her mouth and said "Take this as my proactive value add to this shitty company! I quit!"
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Q is for feeling Queasy....and that's the tone of today's tale...

Linking this post for A to Z Challenge. As I promised in the theme reveal post, as part of the Challenge I'm going to write short stories with one or more emotions beginning with the alphabet of the day as the prompt or central idea for the post. Hope you enjoy the challenge!

Linking this to UBC too.
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Friday, April 18, 2014

P is for Petrified


Ally lay on her bed with just a faint streak of moonlight from beyond the windows as her companion.

But not for long.


Slowly the sheets moved, just like the night before.

'It can't be happening again' she thought 'Oh God! Not again please'.

She clenched her fist, holding the rosary bead and closed her eyes tight.

But God wasn't around, only the presence that had been tormenting her every night for a year.

A tear escaped her eyes as she felt it over her body again, the incubus.

She couldn't breathe.

Petrified she wished for morning to come and resolved to leave town forever.

Maybe in the next town, sixth in a year, she wouldn't be followed by it.

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P is for feeling Petrified....and that's the tone of today's tale...

Linking this post for A to Z Challenge. As I promised in the theme reveal post, as part of the Challenge I'm going to write short stories with one or more emotions beginning with the alphabet of the day as the prompt or central idea for the post. Hope you enjoy the challenge!

Linking this to UBC too.
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Thursday, April 17, 2014

O is for Ostracized


"You killed her" said her best friend Elice as Olivia looked on in disbelief.

"But you know why?" she cried "And I didn't kill anyone. What about me and what I went through?"

"How does that matter? You nipped a life in the bud. That's a sin!"

"And what about my sanity?" Olivia couldn't believe what she was hearing and that too from her best friend. Elice was the only one, her one shoulder to cry. But it looked like she no longer had one.

"You know I can't be seen with you anymore. You are nothing but a murderer who took an innocent life" said Elice as she walked away.

For the first time in years after her parents died Olivia felt alone.

But it was not only the cold shoulder from Elice that made Olivia feel ostracized.

As she walked home she could hear the townspeople whispering "Look this is the girl who had an abortion! How can she even live with herself?"

But wiping her tears she kept walking, head held high.

She knew she wasn't a murderer. She knew she wasn't wrong.

She was raped and brutally beaten up. And so she didn't need a constant reminder of that ordeal in the form of a baby. No, she couldn't have her rapist's baby.

'I'm not wrong Elice one day you'll see it that way, one day everyone will see it that way' thinking Olivia walked away towards her house.
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O is for feeling Ostracized....and that's the tone of today's tale...

Linking this post for A to Z Challenge. As I promised in the theme reveal post, as part of the Challenge I'm going to write short stories with one or more emotions beginning with the alphabet of the day as the prompt or central idea for the post. Hope you enjoy the challenge!

Linking this to UBC too.
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Many of my blogger friends are also taking part in a host of challenges this month. Shower some love on them, won't you? Oh Please ! You know we bloggers are suckers for comments :)

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