Sinister


“Hugo's going as a ballerina,” Phillip said.

“Isn't he a football player?” Christina asked.

“Six-ten; two-forty.” Phillip nodded. “Kids these days. “Always clowning around. Kind of like Norman and Fred here.” He gestured to his left where the men sat wearing rubber masks, sucking on unlit cigarettes, chuckling softly whenever someone new entered the room and startled.


“Give it up, guys.” Richard Jackson, founder and CEO walked in, a thick file folder stuffed beneath his arm. “Every year, it's the same.” He positioned himself at the head of the table.

Norman grabbed the grey hair of the mask, yanked it down. Fred did likewise. Their hair was mussed, their faces sweating.

“Jesus, wipe your face,” Phillip said, and Caroline rose and got a wad of paper towels from the cabinet.

All during the meeting, Norman and Fred kept at it, elbowing each other and giggling. Norman took two pieces of candy corn from the dish, affixed them to his front teeth and grinned at Caroline.

“Norman, will you please focus?” Richard frowned then looked around the room. “A batch of the drug was tainted.”

“With what?” Phillip said.

“Pesticides.”

“How did that happen?” Caroline asked.

“Don't know. The point is, what do we do now.”

“Throw it out.”

“Quit joking around, Norman,” Richard said. “Phillip?”

“Dollar stores? Donations, if that doesn't work. Orphanages. Food aid. Spread it out real thin.”

“That's unconscionable.”

“No, Norman. It's business,” Richard said.

“I'll go to the press.”

“You do that, you're out of a job.”

Norman nodded and slipped on his mask. He lit his cigarette and left the room, smoking through the slit in the mask.

“Oh, sinister, Norman,” the intern said.

“You think I'm scary,” Norman said, “you ought to go to that staff meeting.”

He placed a quick call and headed home.

For the first time ever, he'd be able to trick-or-treat with his kids.


This was written in response to this week's Trifecta Writing Challenge.  The word was sinister.

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Writing in the Margins, Bursting at the Seams: Sinister

Tuesday, October 23, 2012

Sinister


“Hugo's going as a ballerina,” Phillip said.

“Isn't he a football player?” Christina asked.

“Six-ten; two-forty.” Phillip nodded. “Kids these days. “Always clowning around. Kind of like Norman and Fred here.” He gestured to his left where the men sat wearing rubber masks, sucking on unlit cigarettes, chuckling softly whenever someone new entered the room and startled.


“Give it up, guys.” Richard Jackson, founder and CEO walked in, a thick file folder stuffed beneath his arm. “Every year, it's the same.” He positioned himself at the head of the table.

Norman grabbed the grey hair of the mask, yanked it down. Fred did likewise. Their hair was mussed, their faces sweating.

“Jesus, wipe your face,” Phillip said, and Caroline rose and got a wad of paper towels from the cabinet.

All during the meeting, Norman and Fred kept at it, elbowing each other and giggling. Norman took two pieces of candy corn from the dish, affixed them to his front teeth and grinned at Caroline.

“Norman, will you please focus?” Richard frowned then looked around the room. “A batch of the drug was tainted.”

“With what?” Phillip said.

“Pesticides.”

“How did that happen?” Caroline asked.

“Don't know. The point is, what do we do now.”

“Throw it out.”

“Quit joking around, Norman,” Richard said. “Phillip?”

“Dollar stores? Donations, if that doesn't work. Orphanages. Food aid. Spread it out real thin.”

“That's unconscionable.”

“No, Norman. It's business,” Richard said.

“I'll go to the press.”

“You do that, you're out of a job.”

Norman nodded and slipped on his mask. He lit his cigarette and left the room, smoking through the slit in the mask.

“Oh, sinister, Norman,” the intern said.

“You think I'm scary,” Norman said, “you ought to go to that staff meeting.”

He placed a quick call and headed home.

For the first time ever, he'd be able to trick-or-treat with his kids.


This was written in response to this week's Trifecta Writing Challenge.  The word was sinister.

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11 Comments:

At October 23, 2012 at 7:33 PM , Anonymous Stephanie B. said...

Now that is the definition of sinister. Well-written as always, Kelly. How many boardrooms is this scenario played out? At least one of them took the high road. I'm glad for the hopeful ending. Beautifully done.

 
At October 23, 2012 at 8:08 PM , Anonymous Jessie Powell said...

The contrast here is superb. The guy in the scary mask is the only good guy, and he's saving lives.

 
At October 23, 2012 at 9:42 PM , Anonymous karen said...

Love this. Like Stephanie says, there is a certain hopeful amongst the sinister. I could list everything I love about this, but I'd just be retyping your story. =)

 
At October 24, 2012 at 3:41 AM , Anonymous jaum said...

Good for Norman...Need more like him

 
At October 24, 2012 at 5:41 AM , Anonymous Debra Elliott said...

Interesting. I like the twist... thanks for stopping by my blog. I don't like haunted houses either.

 
At October 24, 2012 at 8:36 AM , Anonymous dk said...

Yeah!! Good, relevant stuff.
dk

 
At October 24, 2012 at 1:17 PM , Anonymous Annabelle said...

I love how matter of fact he is about doing what he needs to do, smoking through the mask and then going home to trick or treat with his kids. Interesting character.

 
At October 24, 2012 at 7:11 PM , Anonymous my heart's love songs said...

great take on the prompt!

 
At October 25, 2012 at 10:55 AM , Blogger lumdog2012 said...

This brings the meaning of sinister to a new level. Great and unique take on the prompt.

 
At October 25, 2012 at 12:19 PM , Anonymous Kgwaite said...

lumdog2012 has left a new comment on your post "Sinister":

This brings the meaning of sinister to a new level. Great and unique take on the prompt.

 
At October 25, 2012 at 5:22 PM , Anonymous clueless pixie said...

That's so chilling and so funny at the same time. Nice one.

 

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