Story - One Sentence at a Time 📚

Enid was on her way home after her office party.

She was very upset.

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In fact, it had been a disaster from start to finish.

Her boss had been wearing an identical dress 👗

But the dress wasn't the only disaster tonight, and now she was on her own in the storm.

Enid had had too many Cherry brandies; she had argued with her best friend (who then refused to give her a lift home); her feet were terribly sore from her new (and slightly too small) heels; she had missed the last bus home; and now she realised that she had taken a wrong turn, ‘Oh crumbs’, she thought, panicking, ‘^I’m lost^!’

She fumbled in her bag for her mobile and started to call various friends for help when a man appeared out of the fog.

It was her boss, Mason, still wearing the identical dress and carrying a large ginger cat.

“Do you know who this cat belongs to, Enid?” he asked.

Looks just like the Tiger who came to tea said Enid with a big grin.

But there was something not quite right about the cat, something sinister almost feral, that made her very nervous.

For one thing, its paws were larger than any domestic moggy's.

For another, it had a wide grin on its face (think Cheshire Cat)

It’s claws were long and sharp

“Forget the cat, why are you wearing my dress, I can’t believe you went out and bought the same one after I had shown you it on my phone?” demanded Enid.

"But I thought it would look so much better on me and, at the same time, show you who's boss" said Mason cheerily.

"You think" Enid replied, with those fake boobs of yours.

"And you might at least have had a shave. You can't put the foundattion on top of a week's stubble you know."

Mason’s smile faded, “I think you’re forgetting whose the boss here, Enid”, he retorted.

Enid burst into tears, clumsily hugging Mason (and the cat);
‘Oh Mason, I’m so sorry’, she snottily sobbed,
‘I’ve had too much to drink - how on Earth are we going to get home? Please help me!’

Inwardly he felt crushed, despite his bravado, as he had thought she might approve of the dress and really all he wanted was her acceptance of his courageous new persona.

Despite his disappointment, he couldn't just leave her there all snotty and sobbing, so put his arm around her and said "come on, let's find a taxi".

But as he held up his arm to hail an oncoming cab, the ginger cat squirmed, scratched his arm badly with its long claws and made a huge leap into the nearby bushes.