PHOTO PROMPT © The Reclining Gentleman
Peter was nervous but Import Export was his business, he was good at it.
Stern men of business stared across the table.
His nose itched. “Don’t touch it!” A swarm of thunder flies seemed to invade his nostrils. “Don’t pick it!”
The flowers on the sill grew gargoyle heads and spat at him. His nose dripped. Suddenly, he exploded a sneeze.
Tissues were distributed; faces and lapels wiped down.
“Hayfever,” he spluttered apologetically, pointing to the flowers.
“Mr. Ryan, very impressive credentials.” Peter relaxed.
“But we can’t offer you the position. We’re Borgen Horticulture Ltd, we buy and sell flowers.
Written for Friday Fictioneers – a 100 words story based on a photo prompt. Hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.
Michael Wynn 
nice take on the prompt!
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Thanks
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Great story, I like the flowers grew gargoyle heads and spat at him.
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Thanks,that’s my favourite line too.
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My favorite line, er, three.
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Dear Michael,
Definitely not a job Peter wants to have. You’ve captured Hay Fever Hell with an imaginative flare. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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That’s through experience Rochelle, my nose always gets itchy at just the wrong moment, when you just want to have a good old rub and scratch at it, but it’d be embarrassing to do so.
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Hahahaha! Brilliantly described situation, and a perfect ending. Poor guy, though!
These lines were most vivid:
‘His nose itched. “Don’t touch it!” A swarm of thunder flies seemed to invade his nostrils. “Don’t pick it!”
The flowers on the sill grew gargoyle heads and spat at him. His nose dripped.’
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Thanks. In case you’re not familiar with the John Otway song, the line ends, “…cause I’m sure they’re gonna get you,yeah.” Vicious flowers.
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Brilliantly done. Nice to start my day with a 🙂
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Thanks. If it does that it’s done it’s job.
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This is great. Too bad he couldn’t get that job. Reading makes my nose itch…
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You definitely caught the hay-fever nightmare in your words. Well done.
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Are you a fellow sufferer Sandra?
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I think there is such thing as the right man in the wrong position… definitely he has to find another job in import and export.
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I feel his pain – and embarrassment! Hay fever does tend to rear it’s itchy, sneezy, fuzzy head at the worst possible times.
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Poor lad, you can’t fight the nature. Funny story!
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Thanks
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Oh dear! and he almost had the job ’til that sneeze and confession! Great story!
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Glad you liked it.
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My pleasure 🙂 it was great and cleverly written 🙂
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What was he thinking to apply for such a company? 😉
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He hadn’t done his homework, had he. 🙂
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Poor man. He needs to look at the job ads more carefully. I love your imagery. Very good.
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I think he might need to try another line of work.
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Something indoors with pollen filters. 🙂
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An unfortunate interview. Nice take on the prompt.
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