50 Word Thursday #19


Doreen paused in the doorway of the room, overwhelmed by what she saw.  When she had applied for the position she had imagined majesty, orderliness and a sense of awe but this blew that notion to smithereens.

For a moment she hesitated but as she sensed a presence in the room she turned, bowing low to the ground, as she recognized the other.

“What do you call yourself?”  The fawn said at last and Doreen almost fainted, such a sweet voice it had!

“Doreen,” She replied, “It’s an honor to meet you.”

The fawn considered her for a moment, “If you could catalogue everything that would be fabulous.  Now that we have been announced the rightful rulers of earth we must decide what to do with your waste products.  Is it true that you work so you can have this trash?”

Doreen blinked, “I would be more than pleased to accept some of this trash as payment, your honor.”

The fawn blinked, “Take what you want, I’m going outside to graze.”

As the other departed Doreen smiled broadly, perhaps this hadn’t been her worst decision; she thought as she peered into the glass bookcase, how old was that Bible exactly?

© Deb Whittam 2019

50 Word Thursday #19


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Deb Whittam

With a keen interest in travel, photography, sports and writing I hope to encourage discussions on how culture has impacted on society in the 21st Century.

9 thoughts on “50 Word Thursday #19”

  1. Lovely story! I missed doing this. So here’s my try. 🙂

    “Well this is where I’ll be working from now on son.” She paused looking around the room.
    “You’ve got to be kidding me. Mom…” As his finger pointed up at the deer’s face. “You’re gonna work among dead deer’s?”
    She chuckled, “Charlie, get over yourself will ya. Its just deer-cor. Got it? Haha. I’m not abandoning this opportunity. Relax son. Its only decoration.” Moving towards the glass cases.

    The end. 68 words lol! Always crossing over! Blessings! 😀

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