Ficlets

She glared at the phone, willing it to ring. There were a million things she could be doing, should be doing, but instead she just sat there. Waiting.

Of course she could pick up the phone and dial, but that wasn’t an option for her. That would require her to swallow her pride and show weakness. Which was tantamount to failure in her own mind. Although really, did it matter? She weighed the pros and cons of the situation, carefully evaluating the possible outcomes.

Maintain her cool vs. Getting what she wants.

Sit around the house and wallow vs. Getting what she wants.

Get angry and moody vs…

Okay, that was really unhelpful.

After all, it was a matter of principle wasn’t it? She told herself she wouldn’t do it. Told herself that she wouldn’t give in to her irrational feelings. Desperation was universally unattractive, wasn’t it?

Maybe this was how guys felt all the time. Maybe she should be nicer next time one called her incessantly.

Letting out a groan, she banged her head on the desk.