ABOUT
THE AUTHOR
Don't hate me because I'm crazy! [August 2006]
AUTHOR'S OTHER TITLES (54) A Rose In Winter (Poetry) Love that never bloomed... written in 1991 about a relationship that wasn't meant to be. [253 words] About My Sisters (Poetry) Life is short... just ask Doc and Judith...I am very close to my sisters and wanted to pay tribute to them... [95 words] All Hallows Eve (Poetry) ....graveyard play. [72 words] Braided Belt From Hell (Short Stories) Frustration of trying to get to work on a rainy day... [393 words] Bruises (Poetry) [55 words] Buried Alive? (Poetry) Daylight dreaming and no way out. [89 words] Chest Of Pain (Poetry) What happened to me but not this bad to make me quit smoking... it stinks, but so did I then. [69 words] Daddy Where Art Thou? (Poetry) Poem about my daughter and her birth father.... [179 words] Dear Stepdad (Short Stories) A stepson realizes what it takes to be a caretaker. [256 words] Desk Lunch Part 2 (Short Stories) The same but more.... [346 words] Desk Lunch Part 3 (Short Stories) The sales rep continues with her day... [314 words] Desk Lunch Part 4 (Short Stories) On the way to postal... [303 words] Desk Lunch Part 5 (Short Stories) She has totally lost it, but you guess... [153 words] Desk Lunch Part 6 (Short Stories) Life goes on in the cubicle world... [136 words] Dragonfly Mile (Short Stories) Whimsical flight of fantasy reality as a young woman tries to find her lost... you tell me... [191 words] [Fantasy] Floaters (Poetry) Beware of things that fly peripherally... [118 words] Garden Of Bones (Poetry) What lies beneath the backyard? [107 words] Hothouse Lizards Part 2 (Novels) Voodoo, soul searching and Spanish moss.... [949 words] Hothouse Lizzards Part 1 (Short Stories) Voodoo, New Orleans, Spanish Moss, etc... all the things that everyone wants to read about... [2,641 words] [Horror] Howling Dog (Poetry) What I hear tonight with senses heightened... [107 words] Is It Real Or Is It Memorex? (Short Stories) You tell me... [82 words] It's That Time Of Year (Poetry) Memories, smells, sounds of Christmas to a young girl. [197 words] Looking At The Moon (Poetry) Waiting for my lover...I wrote this about 12 years ago and I gave it to my husband for Valentine's Day after we were married... [149 words] Madness Amongst The Dust (Poetry) Ssshhh! [81 words] Man And A Tree (Poetry) What happens in a relationship when a man tries to contain a woman and not let her be herself. [215 words] [Relationships] Mark Of The Beast Part Three (Short Stories) The saga continues with a gal stuck in Armageddon. [174 words] Mist Walkers (Short Stories) How I feel every time I visit a new cemetary... [112 words] Mold Or Old? (Poetry) A woman faces her fears of growing old... [116 words] My Curse (Poetry) A woman is plagued by other's sights... [266 words] Night In Antigua (Short Stories) Part one of a slighted warrior bent on revenge towards his derelict father... [194 words] Nightmare At Brushy Creek (Short Stories) While sleeping dreams become reality... [106 words] Nocturnal Juices (Poetry) Sexual demon encounter. [103 words] Procrastination 2003 (Poetry) Waiting can be the death of you. [87 words] Pull Of The Tides (Poetry) Lovers searching... who knows. [246 words] Roachtrap (Poetry) Like sticky glue the roach is caught! [125 words] Rutapottamus (Poetry) I think I saw a Rutapottamus... [114 words] Smoke Lover (Poetry) Hint of smoke, love ? [68 words] Take Me To The South (Poetry) Simple diddy re the South. [187 words] The Countess Of Storymania (Poetry) Everyone knows. [13 words] The Cubicle (Short Stories) Working in a box and what is does to the psyche... [104 words] The Evil Root (Short Stories) Manna Madness runs rampant. [165 words] The Hidden (Poetry) - [27 words] The Keepsake (Short Stories) Love Story... read and review... come one come all! [837 words] [Relationships] The Locket (Short Stories) You tell me.... Please read and review... feel free to comment! [880 words] The Lost Garden (Poetry) Lost History. [129 words] The Machine (Poetry) Sensitive abortion piece from the baby's viewpoint [160 words] The Mantel (Poetry) Leaving your heart on the mantel.... and more. [160 words] The Presidents (Poetry) Twisty and hidden.. You tell me.. I'll let you know if you're right. [122 words] The Talking House (Poetry) Echoes of old earth and stone.. are you listening? [107 words] The Tree Of Life (Poetry) I have a tree in my backyard that I'm sure is the center of the universe... There is a suburbia of animals et all living there... Please Read... [119 words] The Wooden Box (Short Stories) Lesson in shared grief through an antique box. [509 words] [Motivational] Tick Tock (Poetry) Betrayal.... [55 words] Wanderlust (Poetry) You guess... vampire... or lover??? [150 words] White White Wonderland (Poetry) A short poem scaling seasons from childhood to adult... [134 words] [Motivational]
Desk Lunch Part 1 D G Williford
She sat at her gray desk looking through the glass partitions
into the next cubicle that they called offices.
Everyone was at lunch. She could hear the janitors talking.
“You checked the girls room yet? I noticed it was
just ‘bout out of paper earlier.
I’ll get this if you get the trashcans.”
She looked at her trashcan and it was in need of a good dump.
Her desk was cluttered with family pictures,
some in snow, some at the beach.
There were stuffed animals that
made squeaky noises to relieve stress,
healing garden moisture-rich body toning spray, Bath & Body Works antibacterial hand wash among other things.
She was about twenty six pounds overweight.
She cared, but not enough to stop eating
her two piece fish and more from Long John Silver’s.
Her highlighted cropped hair needed highlighting again.
The gray was showing through.
The lines around her eyes and mouth were
pushing her towards botox treatments,
but being a hypochondriac, she couldn’t risk the side effects.
She was jumpy from too much wine and nicotine last night.
Thank God her one on one meeting
with her manager was yesterday and not today.
She would be standing in the unemployment line.
She took another bite of her coleslaw in the
styrofoam cup and continued checking her voice mails.
She pressed 2 to listen to her messages.
“Ms. Williford, I just wanted to call and
let you know that I signed up for the paper
at Bi-Lo and the girl told me that I was going
to be gettin’ a free comic umbrella and I never got one.
She was a real pretty black woman, short with a gold cane.
Could you please call me at 555-4723 as soon as you get this?”
“Shit, another one.” She thought.
“ I’m going to have to talk to her again, dammit.”
She slammed the phone down and went back to her fish and more.
Thank God it was payday. She had negative $43.24
in her checking account and had borrowed
the money to get the fish and more.
“They never give me enough fucking tartar sauce”.
She threw the last plastic pack in the trash
along with the other garbage.
She didn’t know that before the end of the day,
she wouldn’t give a shit about tartar sauce or
anything else for that matter.
READER'S REVIEWS (4) DISCLAIMER: STORYMANIA DOES NOT PROVIDE AND IS NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR REVIEWS. ALL REVIEWS ARE PROVIDED BY NON-ASSOCIATED VISITORS, REGARDLESS OF THE WAY THEY CALL THEMSELVES.
"Terrific detail D G, i can feel her anxieties and look forward to more." -- Just A Guy.
"thanks JAG... Looking around my desk today, it inspired me to just write about reality. More is coming." -- Author.
"good. i liked it. i could identify with her mentality and feelings. im looking around my desk now." -- sunny, DC, USA.
"Well Well... sunny-- Since you slammed Desk Lunch Part 4 without reading Part 1 I can understand how you weren't attune to the them of the piece. Now that you have started from the beginning arrow, maybe you can get to Part 4 and appreciate my efforts and constructively criticize them from there. Thanks for reading this, I think. " -- Author.
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