He sat for a moment, not waiting for the silence, but for the roar.
The red box sat on his lap and he drummed his fingers on its supple leather top, soaking up the atmosphere and raising an eyebrow at his smirking opposite number. Finally, his adrenaline peaked, he stood, placed the box on the lectern in front of him and opened the two brass locks with a satisfying click. As he lifted the lid to pull out the new budget his hand closed upon a slinky-silkiness that he really hadn't expected. "Damn," he thought, his bluster extinguished, "wrong box".
This week's prompt in the 100 word challenge for adults is '...the red box...'. Read the other entries over at
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Excellent! :-) x
ReplyDeleteThanks my dear, made me smile writing it :D
ReplyDeleteI giggled. It's like "What's in the Queen's handbag?"
ReplyDeleteI know, wouldn't you just love it to be true?
ReplyDeleteI love how you painted this -- the air of confidence he had until the very end when he discovered his mistake. Wonderful!
ReplyDeleteThank you kindly :D
ReplyDeleteThis really made me laugh out loud. Did he really pick up the wrong box or is it the revenge of a jilted mistress...
ReplyDeleteOooh I like your style! :-)
ReplyDeleteOh, I so wish that had been true. Can you imagine! Hahahaha very good indeed.
ReplyDeleteI know, what a scandal! Thanks for your kind words :D
ReplyDeleteDefinitely worth a chuckle. Will they never learn to use different colors? haha
ReplyDeleteHilarious, loved reading this. x
ReplyDeleteThanks so much m'dear *blush*
ReplyDeleteI know, right? Thank you kindly :D
ReplyDeleteThat's a pretty big Ooops! Thanks for the smile!
ReplyDeleteYou're most welcome! Glad you liked it :-)
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