Junie and Brad had been dancing like this for weeks.
“Brad, this has got to st…”
“Junie, you are driving me cra…”
The office grew quiet, keyboards silent. Even an outsider could hear the intake of breath – could feel the tension between these two.
Then, the phone would ring – sucking the life back into the room. Brad and Junie separated.
Amy met Junie at the coffee maker. “You’ve got to let him off the hook, Junie. Otherwise you’re the office tease. You want to be known as Monica or Lorena?”
“Amy! Stop! I’m a married woman. I can’t be either!”
There’s an elephant in Lance’s room and he has challenged us to write 100 words about it using Damien Rice’s song Elephant as our jumping off place.