Last week I posted the beginning of my Short Story Week offering. I’d like to say I planned to make it a two-part story, but honesty compels me to admit that I actually just ran out of time last week. And then, of course, I managed to get myself stuck, unable to decide exactly how my undercover agents were going to get their happily ever after.
Fortunately, after a week’s worth of thought and a fair number of deleted words, I think I finally got it.
Without further ado, here is the complete Short Story Challenge story with, I think, all of the random words included.
“Is this some kind of joke?” Amelia glared across the desk at Mr. Saunders who sat in his tufted velvet ergonomic desk chair like he was royalty, rather than the mid-level bureaucratic puppet she knew he was.
“Mr. Saunders—if that was really his name—steepled his fingers over a protruding belly that would have put Kris Kringle to shame and adopted a benevolent master-of-the-universe expression that invited Amelia to cooperate and comply.
All it did was make her wish she had a blunt instrument handy. Continue reading