Mitchell sat at the head of the long table in the boardroom. He was angry. “People,” he said, “the competition is whipping our asses. Sales for the past two quarters are way down, while Acme Widgets is having a banner year. Our stock price is in the toilet even though the market is up.”
Mitchell looked around the room and said, “I need you all here first thing in the morning with ideas for how we can get a leg up on our competitors.”
The next morning Jason walked into Mitchell’s office and placed a prosthetic leg on Mitchell’s deck.
Written for this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.