Trouble at the Office
He, calmly, notes her mistakes.
Out she steps, and he, unblinking, watches her leave.
This was written while I was working at my first job - as a shop assistant in my "year out", at David's bookshop in Letchworth. I should make it clear that the characters are not based on anyone I've ever met, let alone anyone I met at David's! I suppose though that it did get me thinking about how odd workplace dynamics could get - in a different way from the odd school dynamics with which I was familiar. I'm still quite pleased with this, while at the same time being slightly repelled by it. I apologise unreservedly to owls. :)
He is silent, she oblivious.
He is all-seeing, he is owl-like,
He watches her intently.
Her faux-pas are considered, swallowed and digested
Until a massive pellet of small petty wrongs
Is dropped upon their mutual boss's desk.
Pleased he may no longer be unsettled
By her radiant youth, her soft-lashed eyes,
The lingering air of warmth and ylang-ylang as she walks,
Her breasts an untouched signal of her breathing,
Her hot legs rising upwards to a change of scene.
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