Dolores glanced at the clock on the wall near her cubicle. 11:56 AM. Nearly lunchtime. Again.
Dolores resolved herself to another boring brown bag lunch at her desk. She’d been doing this for nearly ten years.
Charlotte, the new girl popped her head over the wall of their adjoining cubicles.
“Hey Dolores, wanna grab lunch with me today? I was going to that cafe down the street. They have a yummy soup and sandwich combo!” she grinned with her perfect teeth.
Dolores couldn’t stand Charlotte. She was everything Dolores wasn’t. Young, pretty and rather vapid. She’d only been with the company for three months and she was already a team lead. Dolores tried to avoid her whenever possible. Still, the thought of another PB&J on whole wheat was less appetizing than Charlotte’s company, so Dolores found herself agreeing to go.
On the walk down the street, the two women passed by a group of construction workers. To Dolores’s surprise, the men started howling and catcalling. She knew immediately that the rude behavior was for Charlotte. Dolores had walked the streets of Chicago all her life and never once heard anything like the ruckus these brutes were making.
“Ugh, I hate that,” complained Charlotte as they reached the cafe. “Men are such pigs.”
“Indeed they are,” smiled Dolores, resolving to have lunch with Charlotte every day from now on.
[This is my entry this week into the Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers challenge, hosted by Priceless Joy. A photo prompt is given and writers are encouraged to create a short story of 100 – 150 words, + or – 25 words. And yes, I went over again. I’m really getting sloppy, I guess.]