Flash Fiction Friday
“No creativity, my ass!” Jamie arched a pen across his office.
“Stale. Predictable. Humdrum.” He tossed a highlighter.
“Conventional.” A permanent marker made the journey this time.
“Too homosexual,” he bellowed as the remaining pencils and pens in their holder launched across the room.
After a few deep breaths, he set to work. Finally he sat back and stretched with a chuckle.
He hid his smirk as his boss gushed to the executive team over Jamie’s latest effort. The jerk-off would never know these two beautiful creatures were the same two gays he’d vetoed from the previous ad proposal.