X. War in The Pantry
An epic 55-word tale of office rivalry.
Her chocolate digestives were gone.
“I labelled them,” she said.
“I saw,” he replied.
“Why are you eating them?”
“I’m peckish.”
“They aren’t yours.”
He held out a half-eaten biscuit. A peace offering.
“I’m telling HR.”
She stared, waiting for a flinch.
He didn’t.
Keeping eye contact, he munched her biscuit. Slowly.
She left.
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