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Written for Friday Fictioneers. Requirements: Use the PHOTO PROMPT provided. Write a complete story based on it in 100 words or less: Beginning. Middle and End.
“There now. Doesn’t that just make you feel good all over? A place for everything, and everything in its place.” Agatha smiled at me triumphantly and briskly rubbed her hands together giving herself a gratifying self-high-five.
Aggie was always ready to help me out. Didn’t matter the time. Didn’t matter the place. Didn’t matter the skillset needed. Aggie was there for me 24/7. It was exhausting!
“Thanks Aggie. I love my new workspace.”
“I knew you would. I’ll leave you to it, now.”
“Thanks, again, Aggie,” I said as she was leaving. “Now where did she hide my thumb drives?”
“You’ve heard Uncle Bo talk about train-hopping to go somewhere-or-nother almost every night we camped.”
“But Ma said half-a-what Uncle Bo said was rose-glassed reminiscing.”
“Ma just said that to keep us home longer. Pa needed us to do the farmin’. Well, there’s no farmin’ left. Pas drunk it all away and the bank got the dirt now. You know Ma is going back East. I ain’t a-goin-be no city dandy. Is that what you want?”
“’Course I don’t”
“Then stop bein’ so fickle-hearted and let’s run.”
I hope you are well. I have just finished typing Mr. Tumulty news briefing. Yes, that Mr. Tumulty! (The private secretary to President Wilson) I have a temporary promotion. (If I do well, who knows?) Tumulty’s previous assistant has been out sick. (We are hoping it is not the Spanish flu, as Margaret, the President’s daughter has contracted it. I have been told that several Secret Service are sick also.)
Mr. Tumulty went home today not well. I am being vigilant. We never take our face-masks off here in the office.