Friday Fictioneers: You Can’t Prepare for This


Hands shaking, heart pounding, Debby is steps from the building where she’s set to start her first day of work in less than 15 minutes.

Despite spending the weekend scouting, rehearsing, and getting to know the city, she still feels like she’s on an alien planet. This is what happens when you dump a hillbilly in the city. Chuckling, she hurries down the street, heels click-clacking like horse hooves trotting down the street.

Seeing the sign for coffee, she exhales a breath of relief. Good, she thinks, I’m close. Tomorrow, get up 30 minutes early, so I can get coffee.

(100 words)

For Friday Fictioneers

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14 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers: You Can’t Prepare for This

  1. This took me back to my first job in the city. I wasn’t from the country, but from the outer suburbs, and the feeling was much the same as you’ve described in your story. That was when I developed a taste for coffee too. I’m with her all the way.

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    1. I’m the same way. I’ve lived in the suburb for more than a decade and I feel claustrophobic sometimes walking down downtown streets, even after nearly 4 years later. Every time I go into the office is like first day on a new job all over again. So daunting.

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  2. I’m with you on needing coffee to start my working day. I liked the way you showed her nervousness at the prospect of her new job, and her inner resources of courage and good humour that would take her safely through it.

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