Here is another of those two-sentence stories with poetry added. I’m thinking of them as “Minuscule” and quick to read.

Read the first Minuscule, the explanation of why I wrote it and got started on this idea, and search under the category Minuscule for others in the series.

And now – all the Minuscule stories have been made into a print book – each story with a pen and ink illustration. Click to see Minuscule on Amazon.


Plenty of people already know, but if you don’t, well, the insults should explain it, and I took a tighter hold on Helene’s arm as we zipped down the hallway, shouts coming out of every single office we passed, and some of them pretty entertaining, too, as we dodged a tomato on its way to splattering itself silly across the opposite wall.

I know you’re new here, Helene, so take a lesson from my experience – never touch so much as a piece of cake in the break room fridge that doesn’t belong to you, and I hope you understand how sorry I am to have to do this – and with that, in one quick motion I turned and twisted Helene around in front of me, beginning the tedious slow backwards exit to the parking lot (and all the while keeping the cake box upright, no small task, I tell you): All right! Listen up! Let me out of this building peacefully and Helene’s back at her desk in five minutes! But the cake is going with me!

and poacher. Resist
the thrill of
extraction and removal?
Never yet, so far.

(Shadorma 105)


8 thoughts on “Marauder

  1. Perfect office drama! People do get ever so possessive and territorial in work spaces. I confess that, in one High School in which I taught, a colleague and I used to conduct psychological experiments on our colleagues just by doing things like subtly changing the layout of chairs in the staff room or writing cryptic labels on piles of doughnuts.

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