WW Drabble: Creations in Crayon
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ww_renaissance, where we're watching Post Hoc, Ergo Propter Hoc.
“Donna? Sam wanted me to bring this over for -” Cathy dropped a blue file onto Donna’s desk and stopped dead in her tracks. “What are you doing?
Donna sighed. “I’m making an organisational chart.”
“An organisational chart.”
“Yes.”
Cathy frowned. “Like we don’t have enough of those already?”
“Apparently not.”
Cathy peered over Donna’s shoulder to get a closer look. “This looks like it could have been made by the kids in Mallory’s class.”
Donna rested her elbows on the desk and dropped her head into her hands. “Shut up.”
“I mean, those are pretty big letters.”
“Yes.”
“And you’ve drawn really big boxes.”
“Yes.”
“In red crayon.”
“Yes.” Donna straightened up and started to draw another thick, red arrow.
“Okay - why?”
“Because Josh wants to make it abundantly clear to Mandy when she gets here that she answers to him and she answers to Toby.”
“And he thinks a chart is going to help with that?” Cathy asked, dryly.
“I know - you really think he would have learned by now.”
“So where are you going to put it?”
“I know where I’d like to put it,” Donna mumbled under her breath.
Cathy leaned down and picked up a pencil. “You know,” she said, as she deftly began to make a pencil outline next to the almost blood-red capital letters of Mandy’s name, “I can’t believe Sam and Toby actually want her back. It’s not as though they were bosom buddies or anything. There.” She finished sketching and stood back to admire her work.
Donna widened her eyes. “That’s really good,” she said in astonishment as she looked at the simple but effective cartoon Cathy had just created. “I didn’t know you could draw.”
Cathy shrugged. “I used to date a guy …” she cocked her head to one side and wrinkled her nose. “It’s not that great.”
“But it’s her to a T,” Donna insisted. “A demented pixie!”
“Well then, maybe you should hang this up by Josh’s desk and when things get really bad, he can stick pins in it.”
Donna sniggered. “You know, my roommate’s good at knitting. Do you think a voodoo doll would work if it was made of wool?”
End.
ww_renaissance, where we're watching Post Hoc, Ergo Propter Hoc.“Donna? Sam wanted me to bring this over for -” Cathy dropped a blue file onto Donna’s desk and stopped dead in her tracks. “What are you doing?
Donna sighed. “I’m making an organisational chart.”
“An organisational chart.”
“Yes.”
Cathy frowned. “Like we don’t have enough of those already?”
“Apparently not.”
Cathy peered over Donna’s shoulder to get a closer look. “This looks like it could have been made by the kids in Mallory’s class.”
Donna rested her elbows on the desk and dropped her head into her hands. “Shut up.”
“I mean, those are pretty big letters.”
“Yes.”
“And you’ve drawn really big boxes.”
“Yes.”
“In red crayon.”
“Yes.” Donna straightened up and started to draw another thick, red arrow.
“Okay - why?”
“Because Josh wants to make it abundantly clear to Mandy when she gets here that she answers to him and she answers to Toby.”
“And he thinks a chart is going to help with that?” Cathy asked, dryly.
“I know - you really think he would have learned by now.”
“So where are you going to put it?”
“I know where I’d like to put it,” Donna mumbled under her breath.
Cathy leaned down and picked up a pencil. “You know,” she said, as she deftly began to make a pencil outline next to the almost blood-red capital letters of Mandy’s name, “I can’t believe Sam and Toby actually want her back. It’s not as though they were bosom buddies or anything. There.” She finished sketching and stood back to admire her work.
Donna widened her eyes. “That’s really good,” she said in astonishment as she looked at the simple but effective cartoon Cathy had just created. “I didn’t know you could draw.”
Cathy shrugged. “I used to date a guy …” she cocked her head to one side and wrinkled her nose. “It’s not that great.”
“But it’s her to a T,” Donna insisted. “A demented pixie!”
“Well then, maybe you should hang this up by Josh’s desk and when things get really bad, he can stick pins in it.”
Donna sniggered. “You know, my roommate’s good at knitting. Do you think a voodoo doll would work if it was made of wool?”
End.
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