This week’s words: Madly Scream Blackbird Overmorrow (the day after tomorrow) Voluminous Crack Settle Morsel Narrow Fallen Zenosyne (the sense that time is going faster) Chain
It was Valentine’s Day in the office and the day had begun with the screams of delight from the many voluminously breasted women for whom the office courier did a roaring trade delivering no amount of roses and chocolates as the day went by.
I settled into my cubicle, it was a day when even a morsel of affection would be better than the amount I anticipated coming my way. The narrow minds of my co-workers had earlier run a sweep to see if I received anything. They knew perfectly well I would receive my usual quota – zero. My best strategy I had long discovered was to keep my head down and smile warmly if anyone approached.
Yesterday all I could think about was the overmorrow. The day after today when the office would return to normal, well as normal as my office ever got. It was a day I breathed a sigh of relief as with the overmorrow I was well and truly over the whole event.
It didn’t mean I didn’t dream. Judy Blackbird with whom I maintained a secret relationship and a woman I was madly in love with had received her more than bountiful amount of single stem red roses. I wondered how she had room to do her work there seemed to be so many on her desk. I had fallen for her on my first day on the job. Under my desk I had a small card I’d purchased that morning. I wanted to wait for the right moment to drop it on her desk.
By three in the afternoon I was beginning to experience zenosyne moments as I realised my chances were slipping away with each passing second.
By four there was no crack in her schedule where I could leave my note. My zenosyne was fast turning into a zenosynic phobia and I was scrambling to find a way to get to her desk that wasn’t going to look too obvious.
In my fear I realised I was chained to my desk and I was going nowhere.
At five the office began packing up to end their day. The voluminously breasted women tittered to each other as they gathered the spoils of their day and the winnings of the sweep were distributed to the gloating winners.
Judy Blackbird had to use a bag to carry out all her gifts and left without giving me a second glance.
I was last to leave that day and opened my bottom drawer on my desk and settled my card on top of the ones I had from previous years.
Thank goodness the overmorrow was tomorrow.
Written for: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2017/02/13/wordle-142-february-13th-2017/
Morpethroad 
Good use of the words, but the poor fellow’s unrequited love for Judy! Maybe next year . . .
I think that is a good thought, maybe he’ll work up more courage by then..happy Valentines day to you, I guess tomorrow you’ll be showered with unprecedented amounts of love and appreciation??
I some how doubt it, so I ask have you been appropriately showered with unprecedented amounts of love, affection and appreciation? ❤
You’ll be pleased to know that to this minute I have received my usual amount of VD love and affection…0
Then, ❤ ❤ to you for VD. Smiling.
Thank you, you are most kind..
I try to be. So here is another <3.
I suppose when you haven’t done it yet it’s still a dream that might go well, rather than doing it and being humiliated. I do hope he will try though…I’m sad
Hello I haven’t seen Pleasant Street around for a while. I hope you are well? Thanks for stopping by.
I just moved to a different address. I left behind a post to direct people but I think many haven’t seen it
Well good to see you again😀
Happy New Year
Same to you. Happy valentines…
Gosh, sad ending 😦 I loved the use of the words in this story
So much sympathy for your character. In my high school they delivered flowers, well only pretty popular girls got them!
I know what you mean, I missed out as well….
I wasn’t all that interested in dating in high school but it still stung a bit!