Thank you to Rochelle and Anne Higa!
Not the Butler
How easily one person can dampen a bright mood! Lucinda enters the breakroom, says: “Whoa, Linda, at the cheesecake this weekend, were we?”
She hoists her huge lunch into the fridge, knocks over other lunches, before turning toward Jenny, “I thought you would have had your hair done. Split ends and roots showing? Tut-tut. Can’t keep the hubby that way.”
When she eyes me, her lips thin. She wants to insult me but knows I won’t quietly be impaled.
Was I surprised when five o’clock rolled around and Lucinda was rolled out by the coroner? Only by their punctuality.
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Categories: fiction, Flash Fiction, FRIDAY FICTIONEERS
I can’t say I’m sorry about her demise, what a horrible person.
I think Linda may have had advance knowledge
Dear Sascha,
I think we all know a Lucinda. 😉 I’m betting anyone in the office could’ve or wanted to do it. Good one.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Knowing it wasn’t the butler wouldn’t seem to narrow down the suspects given Lucinda’s way with people. Though that last line sounds like a subtle confession.
Could be awhile sorting through the suspects.
This would be a prime example of so many coulda… coz no one will shed tears, I am sure.
Yep. What happens to mean girls after high school. Thanks, Dale! 🙂
Those types know who to f*ck with and who not to f*ck with. Sometimes there’s a sleeper in the midst 😉
I like that! 🙂 Thanks, Lisa! 🙂
You’re very welcome 🙂
Yikes! I’m surprised this miserable excuse of a human being survived junior high!
That’s probably where she got her mean girl training! 🙂 Thanks so much, Linda!