Sunday, March 18, 2012

Staple (Flash Fiction)

Found on Google Images. I own nothing. Aren't purple staples awesome?


“Staple?” Briana stared at him. “You want to know if I’ve seen a purple staple?”

The young man shrugged. “It’s got a purple staple on it, but I need to fix something real bad.”

“Really badly.” The receptionist corrected, automatically. “A college degree should have at least given you that much.” She frowned. “I can check the papers, but I cannot promise you anything at all.”

“I’m not asking you to.” He smiled, gratefully. “I just need to fix something on it.

She moved to the pile of papers stacked up on the wide desk and quickly flipped through them. One paper, with a bright purple staple caught her eye. She handed it over, with a frown. “Take better care next time.”

He smiled at her, brilliantly beautiful and hauntingly sorrowful in the same expression. “Thank you.” He took the paper and hurried out from the tall, glass-walled building.

She watched him disappear into the crowded streets, filled with passersby and tried to recall what she'd seen on the coversheet. Her mouth formed an 'O' when her mind supplied the first words on the cover letter.

Dear Dad, I'm hoping this letter will reach your desk, since we hardly have the time to talk anymore...

(c) Sara Harricharan


Joanne Sher said...

I TOTALLY want purple staples! TOTALLY!

And I love the end of this - had NO idea where you were going with it!