Thursday Inspiration — The Call

The office Christmas party last December was in full swing and it was the bomb. Everyone was feeling quite jolly (another way of saying drunk) and some interesting goings on were taking place. Like when Janice, my boss’ wife, took her pen and wrote her phone number on the palm of my hand, placed her hand between my legs, squeezed hard, whispered “call me,” in my ear, and then left the party with her husband.

She was married to my boss, for crissake, but after her impetuous act at the Christmas party, I couldn’t get her off my mind. I was unable to discount the erotic feelings that this stunning woman stirred when she grabbed my crotch and squeezed.

I put my better judgment aside and called her. She seemed thrilled to hear from me and suggested that we meet at a cabin in the country that she and her husband owned. She told me to meet her there on a workday, so that her husband — my boss — would be at work.

I called in sick the next day, drove for two hours to the remote cabin, which was a model of rustic simplicity, and was greeted at the door by Janice, who was wearing an incredibly shear and sexy negligee. What transpired for the next six hours was almost indescribable. Before I left the cabin late in the afternoon, I asked Janice when I could see her again. Her answer surprised me.

“Every year for Christmas, my husband and I give ourselves the gift of freedom to have sex with someone else,” Janice explained. “This year, I chose you, and you were an awesome choice. But I love my husband and he loves me, so this incredible assignation we had won’t happen again until next Christmas.”

It’s been almost a year since that remarkable day with Janice at the cabin. I have been eagerly awaiting this year’s company Christmas party so that I could see Janice again and we could arrange for a repeat performance. So you can imagine my chagrin when the company announced that it was going to cancel this year’s Christmas party due to the pandemic. I was devastated.

But then I received a call from Janice. She asked if I’d been tested for COVID. I told her that I had and that it was negative. She said, “Me too. How about if you call in sick tomorrow and meet me at the cabin?”

It’s going to be a Merry Christmas after all!


Written for Paula Light’s Thursday Inspiration prompt, where the theme is “call.” Also for these daily prompts: Word of the Day Challenge (bomb), Your Daily Word Prompt (jolly), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (impetuous), The Daily Spur (discount), Ragtag Daily Prompt (rustic simplicity, and MMA Storytime (cancel).

Three Line Tales — Running on Empty

She stared at the large, blank canvas sitting on the easel before her and was feeling a sensation unlike anything she’d ever felt before.

Inspiration for her paintings was all around her, in everything she saw, heard, and felt, but on this day she seemed to have nothing to say.

She felt only an emptiness that left her unable to even pick up a brush and touch it to the blank canvas that was, on this day, as empty as her imagination.


Written for this week’s Three Line Tales prompt from Sonya at Only 100 Words. Photo credit: Ashley Byrd at Unsplash.

FOWC with Fandango — Impetuous

FOWCWelcome to December 17, 2020 and to Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (aka, FOWC). It’s designed to fill the void after WordPress bailed on its daily one-word prompt.

I will be posting each day’s word just after midnight Pacific Time (US).

Today’s word is “impetuous.”

Write a post using that word. It can be prose, poetry, fiction, non-fiction. It can be any length. It can be just a picture or a drawing if you want. No holds barred, so to speak.

Once you are done, tag your post with #FOWC and create a pingback to this post if you are on WordPress. Please check to confirm that your pingback is there. If not, please manually add your link in the comments.

And be sure to read the posts of other bloggers who respond to this prompt. You will marvel at their creativity.