blog photo 115 Bad Hair DayWHAT IT IS

We all have bad hair days: this is Margaret’s.

Margaret Brookside tried to tough it out with her new boss, Miles Hobbson, but the two just didn’t have the chemistry required to operate a smooth office environment. To Margaret’s eye, Hobbson didn’t need just an administrative assistant, but it was vital for him to have an ideological partner, someone who saw the world through the same pair of glasses, and who offered undying loyalty to his plans and ideas. Besides, he seemed a rather mysterious man who’d show up in the strangest of places.

It was a Monday, mid morning, Margaret was once again day dreaming about taking the Amtrak to New Orleans, an obsession she indulged in ever since Ellie and the girls had a run in with Tiny LeBlanc. The tranquil office was interrupted by a screaming match between Hobbson and a Beaver Falls municipal engineer. The mayor wanted smaller sewer pipes for an upcoming infrastructure project, the engineer disagreed and the two battled it out for twenty minutes.

Margaret knew it was time. She got up from her desk, checked her look in the mirror…acceptable hair…took the letter of resignation from her desk and slipped it under the mayor’s door.


This is Sofia Zuniga’s bad hair day.

Bokamoso Jacobs disappeared from the Chapleau Game Preserve a few months ago, leaving Sofia to operate the community as best she could. The enormity of running the day to day affairs was starting to wear Sofia down and this was made much worse with the recent discovery of the Three Chipmunk Ridge and all the publicity and notoriety that it brought to the community.

It was a Monday, mid morning, the chipmunks were strutting around the compound, spitting sunflower seed husks all over Sofia’s well manicured garden and telling off colored red squirrel jokes. A helicopter, the fourth this week, was due to land within the hour and that is when Sofia decided she had enough.

It took several hours, but with help of most of the community Sofia had managed to pack up the basic necessities and they all vanished deeper into the forest, leaving only the three chipmunks behind scratching their little chipmunk heads.

Author: whatitiswhatitisnot

Member of Camerauthor, a cooperative that writes on the blog What It Is/What It is not. Our membership includes a fantasy writer, a general fiction writer (Ellie) and two amateur photographers. All photos on the blog belong to Camerauthor.

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