April 25, 2008
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Weekly Writers Challenge #5
The setting is the reception area of an adoption agency.
A nervous man in an expensive suit approaches the reception desk.
“Miss Meeply, has that FedEx shipment arrived yet?”
“No, Mr. Boffle, it hasn’t. It should have been here two days ago”
“Drat! Well, the tracker says it has left the local distribution point, so it has to get here today. Let me know immediately as soon as it arrives.”
He turns to go back into his office, when Miss Meeply says, “Sir, the Hoberfurstermeisters are in the waiting room, here to take their baby home. Will you speak to them?”
With a look of alarm, Mr. Boffle freezes in place. He casts a longing look at his closed office door, shakes himself, straightens his jacket, shoots his cuffs, and turns reluctantly toward the waiting room.
“Aahh, good morning Mrs. Hoberfurstermeister… Mr. Hoberfurstermeister. Lovely weather we’re having, isn’t it?”
The smiling pair glances toward the window, then they exchange a puzzled look and shake their heads before rising to meet Mr. Boffle.
“Oh, Mr. Boffle,” says Mrs. Hoberfurstermeister, “we just can’t wait to see our baby and take her home to meet the rest of the family.”
“Yes… well, I shall take you back to her… just as soon as… the nurse notifies me that she is finished with the baby’s feeding.”
“Oh, but I would love to feed her myself, Mr. Boffle. I just can’t wait! Finally, to hold my beautiful daughter in my arms and nurture her….”
“Ahem…. Now… Well… That is… Uh.” Just then, Mr. Boffle catches sight of the FedEx driver approaching the outer door through the downpour.
The driver bursts through the door, and struggles to hang onto the small package he carries while wrestling the door closed against a gale force wind. Drenched with rain, he turns toward the reception desk, but is intercepted by a grateful-looking Mr. Boffle who mutters an apology to the Hoberfurstermeisters as he signs for the parcel. As he scurries from the room, he glances over his shoulder at the Hoberfurstermeisters and assures them he will return immediately.
Shortly after Mr. Boffle disappears into his office, a muted drone can be heard. It continues for several minutes, then quiet is restored, but for the howling of the wind.
A moment later, a beaming Mr. Boffle emerges from his office and says to the Hoberfurstermeisters, “Right this way, lucky parents, your baby awaits.”
Our challenge this week is to write a story of 500 words or less about an adoption agency that places shaved apes.
Comments (7)
very interesting! I love the names creative! Mr. Boffle! lol
okay i’m baffled here. i may be slow, but i’m not afraid to ask – what was in the box?
Haha! That was so ingenious. I’m waiting until inspiration hits, and then I’ll write my own hopefully.
~Misa
Excellent read!
Love those characters! lol
Now I know I gotta try this one….
@disentangle - Think about it a while. If you haven’t figured it out by tomorrow, I’ll tell you.
I hope the Hoberfurstermeisters didn’t name her Harriet!