I can always tell when my life gets stacked up with commitments as these writing exercises suffer. Here is today’s silly little attempt:
Sixteen pages of documentation toppled off the nightstand as Amanda gropped for the alarm. Groaning in misery, she opened one eye and stared at the reproachful numbers. Why had she set the damn thing to go off at 4:30 in the morning. Unable to remember, she turned the retched beeping off and rolled back over, falling asleep almost instantly.
Amanda didn’t wake up again for another six hours. Three hours late for work. And two hours late for her presentation. The one that lay scattered across the floor.
“Oh god.” Rubbing her head, she sat up. “How do I explain this?” It wouldn’t be too much of a stretch to claim she had the flu. She certainly felt like shit.
The blinking light assaulted her when she reached for the phone. The kind that indicated a waiting message. Probably from her boss demanding an explanation for her tardiness and absence from the meeting.
“Boss one, promotion zero,” Amanda said as she pushed the button to listen.
“Amanda, where are you? You’re more than an hour late. But don’t worry, the meeting’s cancelled. The client missed his flight and won’t be here until tomorrow.”
Almost laughing at the repreive, Amanda dialed the office.
“Bob,” she said. “I’m so sorry. I’ve been throwing up all night. Are the clients really upset? I can do the presentation tomorrow if you can just convince them to stay one more day.”
Of course she got the reprieve. And the presentation finished.