He could feel the beads of perspiration forming on his forehead as he slowly peeked at his running companion. A good couple of years older than him and yet not a hint of fatigue on her. On the contrary she kept up a reasonably steady banter about Monday’s client meet.
The Madison account – It was what had gotten him here in the first place. If he could bag it, then his career would be made. The promotion, that coveted corner office and all the perks that came with it, it would all be his. He’d done the research. His proposal was solid. But his kakorrhaphiophobia had gotten the better of him. What if she wanted the account for herself? What if her support was a misdirect and she was actually working to undermine him? What if he lost the account to her? No. That was not an option.
By no stretch of imagination did he have the energy to run five miles. Yet here he was, running alongside her. She, who was training for the marathon. She ran like a gazelle. He had the gait of an elephant. What the heck had he been thinking!
“Earth to Mike…” a cheery voice rang out.
He turned towards her in slow motion, his vacuous countenance revealing all.
Her own expression morphed into a knowing taunt. “Winner takes Madison,” she chortled as she sped away.
Written in response to Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #132 and Fandango’s Story Starter #8 (He could feel the beads of perspiration forming on his forehead as he slowly…) using words from the daily prompts Fandango’s One Word Challenge (hint), Word of the Day Challenge (kakorrhaphiophobia), Ragtag Daily Prompt (elephant), The Daily Spur (energy), Your Daily Word Prompt (vacuous) and My Vivid Blog (Monday)