Quickie 1

Its been a while since i last excercised the more creative grey cells. What with all the setting up of a lab and the pretending to be a theorist.

So here goes. I am back to my short story writing. At one sitting, I must write, in 300 words or less, a story with a twist in the tale( or twist in the tail ). Thats the challenge. Quickies I call them.

This ones called "She Knew"


She Knew -

She is 49th in the queue at the bank. Soon her number will be called and she will leave her seat, go up to the counter, pick up her papers and leave. You have a small window of opportunity.

Number 40 is called out over the loudspeaker. You move in your seat with exaggerated gestures. hoping to catch her eye. She just sits there. Her eyes buried in her magazine. You cough a little. But she just squints at the page, perhaps she is reading the fine print . You smile, Just in case she looks your way. She doesnt.

number 43 now. 6 to go. You get up as if to stretch your legs, even think of going over and saying hello. but you sit down. She turns a page and just keeps on reading.

Number 46. You clear your throat, Loud enough that a few people turn and. If she turns you will smile apologetically. But she seems engrossed in the reading. You think perhaps you could ask her for a pen. No. That might be obvious. She seems to you, the prettiest woman in the room and there are four people closer by.

Then her number is called out. She drops her magazine, Goes to the counter, takes her papers and leaves. You watch her leave , then you pick up the magazine she was reading. It is The software guide to the banks accounting system'.

You realize.

She knew!

nuff zed!