Friday, 7 November 2014

The secretary

She breezed into the room on a waft of an expensive perfume. All eyes turned towards her.
Clad in a knee length skirt and a chintzy, flimsy , sheer top with various georgette flaps that waved this way and that with her each movement; like the gossamer fins of a showy coral fish; she grabbed all eyeballs. Then her rose coloured lips,dripping with gloss, parted into a perfect, toothy smile. The entire hall sighed audibly.
Hugging a clipboard to her ample bosom, she clicked-clacked on her stilettos to our bench and announced-“Mr. Shaw?”
“Yes?”
The man sitting next to me answered. All looked in his direction.
“Humph!! Overdressed secretary!!” my sister audibly hissed in my ears.
I was not sure that she wasn’t overheard, for I saw the lady’s back stiffen.

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