Tuesday Tales - Word Prompt "sharp"

 

   Welcome! This week we are writing to the word prompt "sharp". I have more of my new story without a name. Hop on over and read the other stories by our wonderful writers. Find them HERE. Thanks for stopping by. 

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Charlotte parked in the faculty parking lot and hauled her paint cans, brushes, rollers, blue tape, and dropcloth into her brother’s new office. Once she had everything moved away from the wall, and covered with the dropcloth, she walked down to the janitor’s closet. There she found the step ladder she needed.

She taped the top of the walls, then painted the ceiling. When she finished, she stopped to take a bathroom break. One look in the mirror corroborated her surmised that her face was probably covered with tiny splotches of paint. Fortunately the cap covered her hair completely. Getting white paint out of dark auburn hair would be a giant pain.

She wiped her face off and returned to the room. As she finished taping off the walls, she heard voices in the hall. She peeked around the corner. It was her brother and Professor Mark Garrett! And they were right outside the door.

“Oh, Mr. Anderson, I found this book in your old office. Poetry for your girlfriend? Those are favorite poets of mine, too.”

“Girlfriend? Let’s see,” there was silence for a moment, then Corey’s voice continued with a laugh. “No, that’s not my girlfriend. That’s my sister, Charlotte.”

“Oh, really? You have a sister?”

“Yes.”

“Does she go to school here?” the professor asked.

At this point Charlie silently snuck outside and stood behind  the professor’s back. She drew Corey’s attention and made a sharp motion across her neck with her finger. Corey smiled at her. She glared back and made the motion again, then scooted back into the room and hid behind her roller.

“No, no. She doesn’t,” Corey said. “Say, look I’m going to be late. I have a session with HR. Good to see you, Professor Garrett,” Corey said.

The voices stopped. Charlie leaned back against the unpainted wall and sighed.

“Close call,” she said.  

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