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Business Lunch
A Thursday Prompt story
© 2022 by Walter Reimer
Prompt: midday
The Doberman sat at his desk and stared at his computer, but whatever was on the screen wasn’t registering. The growling in his stomach was proving to be too much of a distraction.
He wished that he’d risked being late, and taken the time to have breakfast.
The canine sighed and looked at his phone again. He’d placed his order on the Speedi-Eetz app a half-hour ago, and they promised it’d be there in fifteen minutes. So here he was, getting hungrier, and not getting fed. Damn it, he was going to –
His ears perked and his head came up as someone knocked on the door. “Yes?” he asked, his irritation melting away like a snowball on a hot stove as a hopeful tone edged his voice.
“Speedi-Eetz delivery,” came a woman’s voice, and he felt the stump of his tail wagging.
His stomach started growling again, as if it was saying, “Ann’s here! Lunch!”
“Come in, please,” he said, and he smiled as a young wolfess came in. Ann was wearing a yellow baseball cap and t-shirt bearing the company’s logo, and a pair of tight blue jeans. A plastic bag containing his Reuben sandwich and chips was hanging from her left paw. “You’re late.”
She had been his regular lunch deliverer for several months, and Ann huffed a breath through her nose. “I know, Rick,” she said, “and I’m sorry. The manager was giving the cook a hard time, and the traffic was murder.” She looked tense, her tail swishing back and forth.
Rick smiled. “That’s okay.” He extended a paw and she gave him the bag. He poked his nose in, sniffed, and came up with a smile on his muzzle. “Still warm,” he said approvingly, and he reached for his phone. A few strokes of his finger on the screen, and Ann’s phone beeped.
She looked at it, and grinned at the size of the tip. Rick was a steady customer, and a month or so earlier they’d had a chance to talk. He always tipped well, and very consistently after she’d admitted to him that she was raising a child on her own. “Thanks, Rick.”
“No problem Ann,” and she left the office as he took the sandwich and the bag of chips out and placed them on the desk. He’d get a drink from the machine down the hall . . .
He glanced aside at the readers. “What? What did you think was going to happen?” He shook his head as he got up from his desk. “Perverts . . . “
end
A Thursday Prompt story
© 2022 by Walter Reimer
Prompt: midday
The Doberman sat at his desk and stared at his computer, but whatever was on the screen wasn’t registering. The growling in his stomach was proving to be too much of a distraction.
He wished that he’d risked being late, and taken the time to have breakfast.
The canine sighed and looked at his phone again. He’d placed his order on the Speedi-Eetz app a half-hour ago, and they promised it’d be there in fifteen minutes. So here he was, getting hungrier, and not getting fed. Damn it, he was going to –
His ears perked and his head came up as someone knocked on the door. “Yes?” he asked, his irritation melting away like a snowball on a hot stove as a hopeful tone edged his voice.
“Speedi-Eetz delivery,” came a woman’s voice, and he felt the stump of his tail wagging.
His stomach started growling again, as if it was saying, “Ann’s here! Lunch!”
“Come in, please,” he said, and he smiled as a young wolfess came in. Ann was wearing a yellow baseball cap and t-shirt bearing the company’s logo, and a pair of tight blue jeans. A plastic bag containing his Reuben sandwich and chips was hanging from her left paw. “You’re late.”
She had been his regular lunch deliverer for several months, and Ann huffed a breath through her nose. “I know, Rick,” she said, “and I’m sorry. The manager was giving the cook a hard time, and the traffic was murder.” She looked tense, her tail swishing back and forth.
Rick smiled. “That’s okay.” He extended a paw and she gave him the bag. He poked his nose in, sniffed, and came up with a smile on his muzzle. “Still warm,” he said approvingly, and he reached for his phone. A few strokes of his finger on the screen, and Ann’s phone beeped.
She looked at it, and grinned at the size of the tip. Rick was a steady customer, and a month or so earlier they’d had a chance to talk. He always tipped well, and very consistently after she’d admitted to him that she was raising a child on her own. “Thanks, Rick.”
“No problem Ann,” and she left the office as he took the sandwich and the bag of chips out and placed them on the desk. He’d get a drink from the machine down the hall . . .
He glanced aside at the readers. “What? What did you think was going to happen?” He shook his head as he got up from his desk. “Perverts . . . “
end
Category Story / General Furry Art
Species Canine (Other)
Size 120 x 92px
File Size 36.7 kB
Listed in Folders
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