Olga Pouted
Character – supermodel- Setting – gazebo
- Object – fountain pen
- Situation – the last bunch of bananas…
Olga pouted. She smiled, a bashful sidelong smirk accompanied by come-hither eyes. She licked her lips. Nothing was working.
“I just don’t see your need for the pen. Something’s missing.” The photographer looked around helplessly.
Olga ran her tongue over the fountain pen.
Gary was a temperamental perfectionist, but he never missed a shot.
“That’s fantastic. But they’ll never run it.” He reached behind him, groping around on the table. “I’ve got it. We need more bananas.”
Gary located one last bunch amid the decimated fruit baskets and cold-cut trays. He raced into the gazebo and meticulously positioned the bright yellow fruit atop the mound already there.
Olga pouted.