“Just a minute!” shouted a deep
voice from the ceiling, before a boot crashed through a stained tile, sending
soggy chunks raining down on Leslie’s head. “Crap.”
“What in the
world?” she hissed, flicking a hunk of tile off her shoulder. This podunk place probably didn’t even have a
decent dry cleaner, she thought, eyeing the water mark on her suit.
Booted feet slid
out of the hole, followed by worn dusty jeans, a t-shirt and muscular arms.
Leslie’s arms relaxed around her briefcase. She wouldn’t mind seeing that descend from her
ceiling on occasion.
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Ha! That's great. I wanna know what the rest of him looks like.
ReplyDeleteWell, this is her lucky day. He just "dropped in." What are the odds. (Better than the lottery apparently.)
ReplyDeleteWhat a pleasant surprise for your heroine! I'm hoping we'll see the rest of the guy in the ceiling next week.
ReplyDeleteWhat finishes dropping out of the ceiling should be interesting
ReplyDeleteWant to keep on reading.
ReplyDeleteThanks everyone for stopping by. Hope you have a great evening.
ReplyDeleteA very nice six sentences, Joselyn! Can't wait for our next installment.
ReplyDeleteHahahahaha! You really painted quite the picture there :D I've probably said this before, but you have a great writing voice :)
ReplyDeleteThanks so much, 1000th.monkey! You made my day!
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