Friday Fictioneers: Getting Promoted

Welcome to Friday Fictioneers where each week close to 100 people participate in a flash fiction challenge based on a photo prompt.

This week’s photo: Copyright: The Reclining Gentleman

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And now my 100 word story:

George walked to the harbor near his office. He had a lot of thinking to do and the breeze off the bay always helped. He loved his wife, without question, and would never leave her, but the young intern was becoming increasingly desirable.

When his partner introduced them he took George aside and asked him “to leave this one alone” and so far George had, but her youth and eagerness were becoming irresistible.

The more he thought about it the closer he was to making a decision. This young woman deserved a promotion and he was the one that was going to give it to her.

61 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers: Getting Promoted

  1. I’d like to see her promoted and George demoted by that guy who knows what George is like. Then she’d be on top of him but not in a way he likes… Another great story, Dawn.

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  2. Oh, the story we know all too well. I can see those two rat bastard colleagues discussing the “situation” over a drink. I’m with Rochelle, poor wife indeed. Well done, Dawn.

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  3. I get the feeling from the partner’s warning this might not be his first attraction to a workmate… Well done here, you get a real glimpse of how creepy this guy is.

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  4. Dawn, George is a fool, plain and simple. That young woman is not a fool, but is also playing a dangerous game. George just has more to lose. I agree that it sounds as though he’s played that game before. Well written, 🙂 — Susan

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  5. Dear Dawn,

    This is a fantastic story. I never saw it coming, either. Layered and full of double meanings. A fine piece.

    Aloha,

    Doug

    P.S. (You need a comma after ‘..George had…’ in the second paragraph.)

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  6. Dear Dawn, I interviewed for a job with a George Boss and he offered me 3 times the salary if I was willing to work late now and then. I wasn’t (still feels creepy) so I left. Good story, Bad George. I hope he gets caught – jerk! Good story Dawn! Nan 🙂

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