Items written for the various flash fiction challenges, whenever the muse strikes. |
"Hey guys, isn't it time for our annual office party?" Mr. Malhotra has staff in a huddle in the main hallway, new arrivals swelling the group. A susurration of ideas builds. The response is varied but ideas begin to be exchanged with fervour. "I think we should celebrate it coincide with Christmas - then we can have a Secret Santa." "Why Christmas? We have more Muslims than Christians –it’s Ramzan, let's have an Iftaar party." "No, that would mean meat as main motif; we should keep the meat to one additional main course in view of health concerns and preferences." "No meat? No alcohol is bad enough, now you want to deny red-blooded people their sustenance?" "Alcohol means tipsy pawing and messy vomit strewn washrooms and maybe even road accidents. Bad idea - let's not encourage people to drink." "They drink anyway; they'll just spike the punch! You will end up making the woozy zigzag home." "I think we should have something typically Indian - how about Pav Bhaji?" "Why don't we invite the street beggars to nasally whine their massacre of the latest Hindi film song? Music to go with the cuisine." "We'll have a burger party with "Make Your Own" as the gimmick." "As though I haven't had enough of making my own food! Pav - buns - bread! Carbs are out after six." “I give up! Maybe we can postpone this for next year.” Malhotra waves a resigned hand to dispel the group. The lift doors silently part and the boss breezes in – bonhomie flashing in his smile. He tosses his briefcase to Mr. Malhotra who fields it with the expertise of a hundred other occasions. He nudges Malhotra, "Hey guys, isn't it time for our annual office party?" (292 Words) Prompt: Write about an office party. |