“Well, I’m so glad you could grace us with your presence,” said my supervisor when I walked into the office ten minutes late my first day on the job.
“I’m sorry, Mrs. Fullerton, but my son couldn’t find his homework, and…”
Cutting me off with an exasperated wave, she said, “I expect my employees to be punctual, understand?”
Not wanting to lose this job the way I’d lost the last one, I nodded and walked into the cubicle I’d been assigned.
Mrs. Fullerton probably never had any kids of her own, I thought, sitting at my desk and turning on my computer.
As if reading my thoughts, the older woman appeared in the doorway, her face softening, and said, “I’ve had children, and I know how hard motherhood can be, but they need to learn who’s the boss.”
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Thanks to Girlie on the Edge’s six-sentence story prompt for inspiring the above work of fiction. If you’d like to participate, click here.
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New! The Red Dress
Copyright July 2019 by DLD Books
When Eve went to her high school senior prom, she wore a red dress that her mother had made for her. That night, after dancing with the boy of her dreams, she caught him in the act with her best friend. Months later, Eve, a freshman in college, is bullied into giving the dress to her roommate. After her mother finds out, their relationship is never the same again.
Twenty-five years later, Eve, a bestselling author, is happily married with three children. Although her mother suffers from dementia, she still remembers, and Eve still harbors the guilt for giving the dress away. When she receives a Facebook friend request from her old college roommate and an invitation to her twenty-five-year high school class reunion, then meets her former best friend by chance, she must confront the past in order to face the future.
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