The setup: I will use the above pictograms to write a piece of flash fiction of around 300 to 500 words. I’ll give myself 1 hour to complete it. I’ll put the words I interpret from the pictograms in bold.

Prince of Serendipity

The workday was dragging on. Tiffany was on the phone gossiping with one of her girlfriends about a conversation she had with some other girl she envied for having a prettier face or better makeup than her. Every other sentence she passed through her lips was laced with a sarcastic barb. She really knew how to get the other girls riled up. “Who does she think she is hanging on to Michael like that, the queen of office?” Tiffany said. I was at my cubicle trying to pass the time looking at funny memes about Luigi. Only three more hours until quitting time, I thought to myself as I glanced down at the clock on my monitor. I worked in tech support for a building supplier. Tiffany was the secretary for my boss. She liked to think that made her my boss too, but it didn’t. Our boss, Mr. Bridges, was an ok guy. He smoked a little too much pot, so his short-term memory was shot to shit, but he was alright otherwise. He only asked me to pretend like I’m working if the big wigs came in for a visit, which was almost never. God I wish she would shut up. How long can she go on about who said what and how that tone irked her. I would put on headphones, but I might miss the heads-up if Mr. Bridges’ bosses came in. I got up to get a drink from the watercooler and stare out the window. The only thing of any interest was the maple tree in the center of the office courtyard. In winter, when the moonlight shines down on it the shadows are almost ominous. I checked my watch, a bad habit when you have a boring job. I went back to my desk. The tropical fish screensaver was on. I let it play a little before I wiggled the mouse. I checked the weather forecast. The forecast was for clear skies with a chance to see shooting stars from nine to ten pm. I checked my watch again, almost nine. And just like that, in an instant, a meteorite the size of a ping pong ball shot through the roof of the building and split Tiffany’s head like an overripe watermelon.

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