Palpitations skipped thought her chest, and the black pit of depression beckoned after so long. All her adult life, she'd worked hard to get where she was in business, and everything couldn't end with an announcement at a stupid meeting. The least Takeda could have done was let people know if they were among those making an early departure. Not knowing was akin to having an axe hanging over your head. She didn't know whether to volunteer for the farewell party committee planning group or wait to be invited to one. Her sense of dread grew like a wart from a virus.
I could definitely feel her anxiety in these six. Great snippet.
ReplyDeleteSix Sentence Sunday -- What a fine idea. Can't believe how much I'm learning about promo from folks like good self in the Broad Universe.
ReplyDeleteNice six, Ginger and I love the cover
ReplyDeleteGreat feelings in the six. Nice job!
ReplyDeleteAnyone who's worked for a company in this day and age is familiar with that feeling of trepidation!
ReplyDeleteOh, gawd, I felt that way every day for eight years. So glad I left advertising! (I'm gonna crawl under the sheets and fight the flashbacks, now.)
ReplyDeleteWow. So much emotion in so few lines. Nicely done.
ReplyDeleteI can feel her apprehension building. Great six!
ReplyDeleteAwesome word choices in this snippet.
ReplyDeletePoor Cassie!
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