This is a continuation of a previous story do click on the link for the first part.
Several pancakes and a dollop of maple syrup later the perfect fix for Philip loomed in my mind, but it had to wait I desperately needed some shut eye. I loved working from home, away from the direct glare of deadline frenzied Margaret. But I assume returning my work covered by malicious green ink spotting every error was compensation enough for Margaret.
My drift into oblivion was shattered by crazy bob’s barking as the neighbour’s mailbox clamped shut which in turn made the blue jay whistle loudly. Creating the suburban morning cacophony; working from home was gradually losing its charm
In response to Friday fictioneers writing challenge hosted by Rochelle and the daily post’s writing prompt: “A Dog Named Bob.”.
The picture was provided by Rochelle and we are asked to write a 100 words story inspired by it. Thanks Rochelle for hosting it, see you next week.
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