It’s Friday and time for fiction of 100 words, hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

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He advanced towards her, his face shiny with perspiration.  Her breath caught in her throat as she backed up against the wall, with nowhere else to go.  She clutched the front of her uniform.

“Why were you gossiping about me?”  He demanded.  She smelled his rancid breath and wrinkled her nose.

” I d-did no such thing!”  She stammered.

“My friend overheard a housekeeping staff talking about me to someone at Walmart.  Nobody knows about it besides you.”

She felt like a cornered animal, her face shiny and sweaty as his.  She scanned her mind quickly, coming up with an answer.

FRIDAY FICTIONEERS