Ebony Sharrer: A Short Story
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“Hi I’m Ebony Sharrer. I’m here about the job opening,” Ebony said in her rhythmic sing-song voice, while standing in the doorway. Her long ebony hair, with the pink streaks, was pulled back into a long braid down her back. Her shirt was tan, she had black khakis on, and black mary janes. She had her arms crossed over her chest covering a manilla folder. As she walked toward the table and laid down the cream colored folder. She took a seat at the chair closest to her, at one of the heads of the table. She was sitting across from a bald man with a thick, burly, gray mustache. Apparently he was the one in charge.
He glanced at the two people sitting to his right and left. a young man with blond hair, nodded as the boss’s gaze …show more content…
It says your goal was to localize new high tech cars into the community.”
“Yes I worked there for 3 years. I was the head secretary of it. It was a marvelous job, but it didn’t pay much.”
“Well, you will have the job if this table splits into a million peices,” Mr. McDuke sneered.
Ebony stood up. She scooted the chair back with deliberate slowness, and caressed the corner of the table. She turned around and walked out the door.
The table As Ebony drove away from the office, the smooth wooden table in the office cracked. The crack wasn’t deep but it soon started smaller cracks and got deeper and deeper. The crack started at the corner Ebony had touched. The crack deepened. The table split into lots of little bits. Reginald McDuke walked into the office and dropped the pile of papers he had been carrying. He pulled out his cellphone and made a call. “Hi Ebony about your job, …..…….” When the call was finished the table pieces moved around. They bumped into each other and made knocking noises. Then, they stacked themselves up just like Lego Bricks. The table was unmarked, unscarred. It was amazing to see the table resurrected itself. Josh walked in just as it happened. “Witch craft,” he whispered to
“Hi I’m Ebony Sharrer. I’m here about the job opening,” Ebony said in her rhythmic sing-song voice, while standing in the doorway. Her long ebony hair, with the pink streaks, was pulled back into a long braid down her back. Her shirt was tan, she had black khakis on, and black mary janes. She had her arms crossed over her chest covering a manilla folder. As she walked toward the table and laid down the cream colored folder. She took a seat at the chair closest to her, at one of the heads of the table. She was sitting across from a bald man with a thick, burly, gray mustache. Apparently he was the one in charge.
He glanced at the two people sitting to his right and left. a young man with blond hair, nodded as the boss’s gaze …show more content…
It says your goal was to localize new high tech cars into the community.”
“Yes I worked there for 3 years. I was the head secretary of it. It was a marvelous job, but it didn’t pay much.”
“Well, you will have the job if this table splits into a million peices,” Mr. McDuke sneered.
Ebony stood up. She scooted the chair back with deliberate slowness, and caressed the corner of the table. She turned around and walked out the door.
The table As Ebony drove away from the office, the smooth wooden table in the office cracked. The crack wasn’t deep but it soon started smaller cracks and got deeper and deeper. The crack started at the corner Ebony had touched. The crack deepened. The table split into lots of little bits. Reginald McDuke walked into the office and dropped the pile of papers he had been carrying. He pulled out his cellphone and made a call. “Hi Ebony about your job, …..…….” When the call was finished the table pieces moved around. They bumped into each other and made knocking noises. Then, they stacked themselves up just like Lego Bricks. The table was unmarked, unscarred. It was amazing to see the table resurrected itself. Josh walked in just as it happened. “Witch craft,” he whispered to