Ficlets

James sits at his desk typing swiftly on his keyboard. The letter he is writing is coming together effortlessly. Much faster than he had planned. It is difficult, to keep up with the thoughts that are racing through his head. Moments later the phone on the opposite side of the desk begins to ring. The sound startles James.

“Hello.James Mc Dougal’s office” Oh Brent is that you? Tomorrow?? That’s wonderful. Can’t wait!. Golf and beer you got it. Bye’ Rory put down the phone. He then wrote down a memo on his calendar he had on his desk. He goes right back to work.

James remembers that he has yet to hear from Theresa.. It has been six days now. He tries her cell again. This time it rings.. Great its on! He thinks to himself. It rings four times and then an older woman answers. Yeah, Can I speak to Theresa??James.. thank you.. bye.

That call gives him hope. He stares at the screen blankly..Unable to concentrate, at this moment. His thoughts scatter and his attention is averted. This has been one rough day.