Two hundred words…

for Sunday Photo Fiction

 

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Such a dull job. Boring boring boring. I work in a soulless office performing mind-numbing chores like filing bits of paper in grey boxes and making coffee for my pompous boss. My colleagues think I’m miserable. I seldom smile. Or do I? Little do they know that come nightfall I swap clerking for twerking!

How do I look? Lipstick not too bright? And what about my bouffant? Another swoosh of hairspray I think. Don’t want it collapsing! Now for the Chanelle, with an extra squirt for luck!

Right, off with the dressing gown and slippers and on with my slinky dress and my highest heels. I wonder what my workmates would say if they saw me now? With a glance in the and mirror a swing of my hips, I’m on my way!

And here we are, my favourite club. The noise, the lights, the people! Well, looky there! Handsome Rob from work chatting up silly Sally from accounts. He called me dreary this morning. I wonder what he’ll make of me now. Move over gal, I’m on my way!

Actually, I need to go to the toilet first. I must remember to go to the ladies room, not the men’s!

 

 

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Sunday Photo Fiction is hosted by Susan Spaulding who also provided the photo.

*For the sake of my tale, I imagined the shoes to be in their prime with the addition of four-inch heels!

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29 thoughts on “Two hundred words…

  1. Jules February 24, 2019 / 17:19

    Ah, I think there was a movie about such… “Tootsie”?

    A fun read.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. ceayr February 24, 2019 / 20:18

    Is this another of your non-fiction tales, Keith?
    Entertaining, regardless!

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Mike February 24, 2019 / 22:35

    I think that Robert is going to get a surprise, and I don’t think that it will be boring.

    Liked by 1 person

  4. Michael February 25, 2019 / 00:25

    Good one Keith, I imagine that final move is one you’d have to very conscious of.

    Liked by 1 person

  5. Abhijit Ray February 25, 2019 / 04:30

    The hidden butterfly that sleeps through the day, emerges after sun set. The feeling of freedom is so exhilarating. Nice post.

    Liked by 1 person

  6. anuragbakhshi February 25, 2019 / 04:31

    Ha ha ha. Somehow, as soon as I reached the part about the makeover, I knew he would be a cross-dresser 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

  7. hilarymb February 25, 2019 / 07:37

    Hi Keith – well done … described perfectly … cheers Hilary

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