“I just need another week.” I heard myself pleading.
"I'm afraid your deadline is over," he answered coldly.
It was all my fault. I had been unable to complete my pending tasks.
The last week and the week before when he had come, I had sincerely made the same request.
When he had agreed to grant me extra time, I felt grateful for his kind consideration.
Before I could shake hands with him, he had left without a word.
As I had already stretched my luck and managed to get two extensions in the recent past, would I be third time lucky?
This time I decided to get physical to make him change his mind...
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As I embraced him and attempted my 'kiss of death', I heard myself pleading- “I just need another week...”
150 words story for #ThursThread
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Perplexing situation.When that Lord visits usually people silently succumb to him. Nice imagination.
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