Welcome to WEP's Blogfest for February [=Write-Edit-Publish, formerly 'Romantic Friday Writers'] Challenge for Wednesday 22nd February 2014 - 'What's in a face?':
I think I came up with at least seven different ideas for stories from this prompt. This is one of them. It is a stand alone piece of flash fiction, although it feels to me as if it could be a part of a larger work. But I doubt that I will do more with it than what you see here:
Early one morning, the
recently employed receptionist at the Farmer & Melker Clinic, Marcy Kramer,
sat behind the reception counter, applying blood-red nail polish on her long, well-manicured, fingernails. She turned to her co-worker, surgical nurse, Julie Neumacher, and asked,
"Hey, when's the first appointment today?" Marcy looked at her wet nails. "I hope
this will dry in time."
"Hm, let's see," replied Julie Neumacher,
as she scrolled down a list on her computer screen, "Ten o'clock, for
Doctor Melker. And it’s only ten to nine now." Julie looked at her upside
down watch, pinned to her shirt breast pocket.
“I must tell you about my date with Chuck the other
night," said Marcy continuing to apply polish on the other hand and
finding it awkward, as it meant holding the brush with the hand she did not
write with.
"Chuck who?" mumbled Julie and wrote something
quickly in a notebook.
"Chuck? You know, Chuck Norton, that cute guy
who's just starting out as a junior lawyer at that law firm… I can’t remember
the name…” said Marcy admiring her outstretched fingers with painted
nails.
"I need coffee," said Julie, as she went
to the office kitchenette, "I hope we have time for this, before Caligula and Nero arrive."
“Caligula
and Nero? Weren’t they Roman emperors?”
“Yes,
who fed the early Christians to the lions, and helped bring about the fall of
the Roman Empire. Cream and sugar?
“Oh, just a drop of milk, please. Why do you call
them Caligula and Nero? It sounds like names you'd give a
pair of naughty tomcats."
“Bingo!”
“What do you mean, Julie? Is there something about
these doctors that I should know? You’ve been working here, for er... how long?”
“Two years.”
“No.” said Julie returning from the kitchenette with two mugs
of coffee and putting them on the writing desk behind the reception counter. “I’m just
saying that if any of the doctors shows up early, we have to look like we're doing serious work, or
we're dog-meat.”
“No, of course not. Metaphorically. It’s just an expression.”
The reception telephone rings.
“The phone's ringing, Julie. What should I do?”
“It’s your job is to answer the phone and take messages. You know what to say. We went through this yesterday.”
Marcy answers the phone: “Good morning. The Farmer
and Melker Clinic, doctors J.P. Farmer and C.T. Melker, Plastic Surgery. How
may I help you?”
“This
is A.P. Morgonstern from Hamiton, Pritchard and Morgonstern, attorneys at law.
We represent Miss Zelda Dimstar. Has Doctor Melker received our letter?"
“This is the reception. I would not know about that, sir. You'll have to speak to Doctor Melker."
“Could I speak with him now?”
“No, I'm sorry, sir. Doctor Melker is not available at this time, but if you would like to leave a message, I'll see that he gets it."
“You do that, Schweetheart," said Morgonstern, “You
tell him that he's made a mess of Miss Dimstar's face and career, and that he's
going to have to pay for it.”
“Yeah. Tell him we’ve got a date in court on the 15th. He'd better show up."
“Yes, sir. I'll tell him. Was there anything else?”
Click.
“Good-bye,” said Marcy softly, “He hung up.”
“What was all that about?” asked Julie.
“Someone seems to want to sue Doctor Melker,” explained Marcy waving her hands in the air to speed the drying of her nails, “Has this happened before? Do we often get calls from the lawyers of unhappy patients?”
“You wait and see. This is why I am looking for a new job.”
“What? Did he really operate and make a mistake? Or
are these people just ambulance-chasers?”
“I don't know, Marcy. What’s in a face, anyway? What
can a perfect face be worth? I mean, to a movie star?”
“A film career and several million dollars, maybe?”
said Marcy sagely, waving her hand and knocking over her coffee mug, spilling
coffee over the computer keyboard, a pile of letters and bills, as well as
splashing coffee on her skirt and blouse. “Oh no, and I've ruined my nails,
too.”
At that moment, the office door opened and in walked
Doctor Melker.
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Word count according to WordCalc: 523
This text is fiction. Any resemblance to events or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidencial.
This text is fiction. Any resemblance to events or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidencial.
Best wishes,
Anna
First Commenter:
Yolanda Renee
of
Defending the Pen
FLASH FICTION-NON-FICTION-POETRY-PHOTOS-ARTWORK...
TIME for the February challenge for WEP. The prompt is - What's in a face?
What comes to your mind - a ghost story? a treatise on the scientific dimensions of the face? a poignant poem? a photo that captures the face? artwork? Whatever strikes you as inspiration, go for it!
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