Time for another round of flash fiction, courtesy of Charli over at Carrot Ranch. I was busy this morning chewing on the prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about a busy character.
It reminded me of one of the busiest jobs I ever experienced.
The Real Job
The fryer beeps its obnoxious repetition. No one addresses it.
“Keri! Get that!” Phil yells from the back.
“I’m busy,” I mutter while shoving burgers into the warming drawer. At the fryer, hot oil hops out with the cooked fries, hitting my arm. “Ow.” I wipe it on my shirt.
“See, honey? That’s why you have to study hard in school, so you can get a real job. One that won’t burn you.”
It’s a woman in line, talking to a child and pointing at me.
I turn away, hiding my eye roll. Yeah, this isn’t a real job.
Allison Maruska 
I really liked this response to the prompt.
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Thanks! 🙂
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More real than most!
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You aren’t kidding!
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I’ve always thought that obnoxious beeping has got to be one of the worst parts of it. Nice flash!
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You kind of quit hearing it after a while…
btw so sorry for the late response. These comments got buried in the WP abyss. I’m glad you liked the piece! 🙂
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It’s a real busy job!
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Darn right it’s a real job …..Men!!!!
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It is a real job.
https://ideasolsi65.blogspot.in/2017/09/busy-bee.html
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