Room 2D

From Blushes 40 with Gaynor Gold ‘Would I be correct, Miss Milford, to say that temporary employment, such as you enjoy, is scarce in this town? Positions such as yours almost like gold-dust one could say?’ Mr Vortelli’s English was very good, though at times somewhat flowery. Diane answered nervously, ‘I know that. Yes.’ ‘So in that case, Miss Milford, I do not know why you are so free and easy with your job. Twice now you have been significantly late to start.’ ‘I’m sorry,’ she muttered. Standing before Mr Vortelli in this secluded alcove at the rear of the restaurant. She had been late yesterday and also the day before. Not meaning to, it was that boy she had met. She wasn’t late today, though: the restaurant didn’t open for lunch for another hour. ‘Be there at 11.30 tomorrow, Miss Milford,’ Mr Vortelli had said. ‘Otherwise your employment will terminate immediately. Do you understand?’ Yes, she understood and she was here, o...

From Blushes 32 Going to stand in front of him. Mr Grately was sitting on a chair in the corner of the room. Glancing at a book. He looked up. ‘Miss Simpkins. Oh yes. Miss Simpkins. The girl with the glasses. I’ve had very bad reports, Miss Simpkins. Terrible unpunctuality. Work at times sloppy. All kinds of things. Miss Simpkins needs a good kick in the bottom someone said.’ Mr Grately smiled. ‘What d’you think of that, Miss Simpkins. Take your dress off, Miss Simpkins.’ ‘Look…’ Mr Grately was on his feet. A bulky man. ‘No looks, Miss Simpkins.  Take your dress off .’ All at once she was shaking. She had been told about Mr Grately but had thought they were joking. He wasn’t her boss he was Personnel. Her own boss, Mr Sotherby, was quite easy-going. Well he had seemed easy-going, not saying anything. Mr Grately… He was close. His eyes scary behind his dark-rimmed glasses. ‘Did you hear me, Miss Simpkins.  Take y...

The first of the Tuesday JTD features, from Blushes 21 She was in a tent. Quite a small tent. Sunlight filtering in through the green canvas producing a glowing light as if you were at the bottom of a bright green sea. She was lying on her back, on the sleeping bag, and alone of course. Derek had gone off to get something. He was miles away leaving her here. Unprotected, in the middle of the dense green woods, she lay there feeling scared — and excited. There were always men in the woods. Prowling. Searching. Searching for attractive young women who might have been left temporarily abandoned by their husbands while they went to get supplies. Derek should have taken her with him but that would have meant abandoning the tent. And so… he said he wouldn’t be long but Anita knew he  would  be. Perhaps a break-down… She lay there, scared but expectant. There was nothing you could do. It was bound to come. A rustling, outsid...