Tuesday, June 23, 2015

My Little Chickadee

by Pat Cunningham 

Mr. Crowe came to the doorway of his private study. "Miss Finch. I need you to take dictation."

He returned to his desk and waited. Miss Finch appeared promptly, as always, and took her accustomed chair before the desk. She was covered from throat to ankles in a wool sweater and long skirt. She made sure he was eyeing the skirt before she crossed her long, skinny legs. Five-inch stiletto heels peeked out from beneath the skirt's ruffled edges.

Mr. Crowe swallowed carefully. "Aren't you hot in all those clothes?"

"I'm quite comfortable, sir." She looked at him blandly over the wire binding of her steno pad. She held a feathery quill pen. She fluttered the feather against her cheek, her eyes intent upon him.

"Take a letter, Miss Finch."

"Yes, sir." She sat with quill poised over pad.

"Dear Miss Finch: That sweater you're wearing is much too bulky. Please remove it at once." 


Wishing you romance on the wild side… 

Kisses, Savanna Kougar

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