Prose Sketchbook

Writing sketches, short or medium.

Monday, December 02, 2013

Eff You Ego

Bolting to a standing position, Mookie shouted "Oh yeah? Well fuck you and fuck the horse of a different color you rode in on!"  His chair clattered on the floor with an emphatic rattle. 

Mookie did an about-face, kicked the tumbled over chair aside in to the water cooler and stormed out of the conference room in a tsunami of indignantly injured ego.