Jane Jago’s Drabbles – Four Hundred and Eighty-Two

Tammi hated Zoom meetings, and how her colleagues sneered at her humble home. But she squared her shoulders and survived the winter.

When spring came, a skinny geek arrived with a laptop. She gave him a cup of tea and  chocolate chip cookie

“This one has smellivision,” he whispered, “but I ain’t supposed to tell you.”

Tammi’s house smelled sweetly of lavender and home baking.  The chief among her tormentors, however, was a less particular housekeeper and her high-rise apartment smelled of old ashtrays and feet. 

Tammi said nothing, simply watching as the pack turned on its former alpha.

©️jj 2021

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