The flowers were concerning. Of all the people Mary did not want to receive flowers from, John topped the list. She threw them out in a dramatic gesture meant to demonstrate that such things were not appreciated.
She would have avoided John if she could, but they worked together. She tried to remain professional, cool, and aloof.
She realized she had failed at the company picnic. “Mary,” he oozed, reaching towards her shoulders. “I got too much sunscreen, do you need any?”
It was cold comfort that John spent the rest of his weekends in Sensitivity Training. Slimy, cold comfort.
Saturday, April 02, 2011
Made me think of Mr. Collins. But also this. Not sure how I feel about the last sentence. It's supposed to tie into the previous paragraph, but it could be better.