An Ordinary Woman


Afterwards, all they talked about was how ordinary she had been.

She’d come to work at eight on the dot. She baked cakes for birthdays. She smiled and knew everybody’s name. Her desk was covered in little plush penguins – there was a new one every week.

The only odd thing was those very long vacations she took.

So when the news came in that she’d died in action, defusing a nuclear bomb while under attack by domestic terrorists on a stolen bomber over New York City, everyone was a little surprised.

They’d miss her cakes, her smiles, and her penguins.

Word Count: 100

This is for Friday Fictioneers. Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for running the challenge and Claire Sheldon for providing the prompt photo!

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  1. Wow! That is AWESOME! What a completely opposite side of the proverbial coin she led in life. Reminds me of our old neighbor… A Marine! He was tall, very well muscled, a real and honest to goodness badass of a man…served spec. forces. Anyway, when he was home he was often seen carrying around the tiniest little teacup chihauhau you ever saw. A big old teddy bear of a man. So gentle and sweet… glad I never saw him in battle. After all, you know what they say….

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  2. I love the way you tell this story, by describing first of all how ordinary she had been. You have given it extra emotional depth by doing that. We can all empathize with a conscientious colleague especially when she bakes cakes.

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