Save Your Fork, There's Pie!

By Polera North

Copyright 2012 Polera North

Smashwords Edition


Billy should have gone home four hours ago. The lamp mounted on his desk provided the only light in the office. With a sigh he balled up the latest version of the piece he'd been working on all day. No matter what angle he tried on this ad for Red Deer cigarettes, it just didn't sit right. Nothing Billy did seemed to sit right ever since Suzy had left him. He didn't much mind spending the extra time in the office, it wasn't like he had anything else going on. Still, if he didn't get something together worth showing, he might not even have work to fill his time. Once more he set graphite to paper and began sketching out another layout.

He heard someone unlock and enter the front door. A wave of anxiety washed over Billy as footsteps approached down the hall towards the bullpen. If Mr. Dobbs found out he was here so late... A lean, pipe-holding face, topped with dark, slicked back hair, peeked around the doorway. “Billy?” Mr. Dobbs said, entering into the bullpen. “What the heck are you doing here so late?”

“Aw, shucks, Mr. Dobbs, it's this Red Deer piece. I just can't come up with something that looks decent. I was hoping I'd be able to have something by tomorrow morning.”

Mr. Dobbs face creased with concern. “Now, Billy, I can't help but notice that over the past couple weeks, you haven't been your normal, chipper self. Is everything OK?”

“Aw, you don't gotta worry about me, Mr. Dobbs...”

“Come now, Billy, I take my employees mental health very seriously.” Mr. Dobbs pulled up a chair from a vacant desk and sat across from Billy. “Let me guess. Is it girl trouble?”

“Gee, Mr. Dobbs, how'd you guess?”

“I've seen my share, and been through my share, of problems with women. Now, what's got you down?”

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