Frantic Search

Despite being pulled in just about every direction imaginable, I finished this month’s first tale, Bartering, so I turned my attention to the second genre selected for the month, a Comedy. Unfortunately, since I was on a short leash for the month, I turned to NYC Midnight’s collection of prompts and plucked a random one from their backlog.

With the prompt in hand, I sat down and wove together a comedy taking place in a coffee shop and featuring a bookmark. Instantly, my mind hopped to a scenario that makes me laugh. Hopefully, once you’re sitting in a comfy chair, you’ll have a good laugh as Felicia searches for her missing bookmark.

After misplacing her bookmark, Felicia searches the office and eventually ends up in a copy room with Winston and Harry…

Frantic Search

A slender woman’s gaze swept across the small chamber as her head poked through the doorway. A pair of men flanked the lone copier as its chorus of whirling paper and grinding gears rang out. With a grin, she stepped inside as her knuckles rapped against the doorframe. “Have either of you seen my bookmark?”

The coworker closer to the woman ran a hand through his blond hair as his eyes shifted to the papers flowing from the machine.

Meanwhile, his companion spun about with clutched hands. His lips curled into a devilish grin as he ambled forward, keeping her from getting too close to his colleague and the active copier. “Felicia, why are you hunting for a bookmark?”

“Because it’s mine, Harry. And it has gone missing,” Felicia said, rolling onto her toes as she tried to peer past the other man. “What are you two doing in here?”

The blond fellow pivoted as he hunched over the photocopier and propped his chin on his palm. His clicking tongue added to the machine’s music while his lips stretched into a grin. “We’re doing our jobs. Maybe you should consider that rather than searching for a bookmark?”

With a forced chuckle, Harry inched closer to Felicia. “Winston’s right, but I think I have heard a rumor about your bookmark. Don’t you guard that like it’s made of solid gold or something?”

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