Tuesday Tales: Picture Prompt Week

Welcome to this week’s Tuesday Tales. It’s picture prompt time. I’m continuing with Pumpkin Spice. Here’s the image I selected.

“And I have an obligation to my aunt. You may be my employer, but you aren’t my boss. My aunt is family and needs me. This is just a job. Like it or not, I’m going.” I stomped my foot for effect, not that it would do much good. “Fire me if you aren’t happy, but I’m going home.”

He cursed and grabbed my arm. I shook myself free.

“For God’s sake, calm down. The last thing I need is you making a scene. Your aunt’s in Salem, right? That’s only half an hour away. There’s no reason why you can’t just commute. At this time of year, the scenery’s gorgeous—all that red, gold, yellow, and orange. It’ll be a relaxing drive. If it’ll help, you can start at four and leave at ten during the week, but I need you here for your full shift on the weekend. I’ll even let you use your cellphone if you feel the need. If I could, I’d keep you until closing tonight. The place is hopping.” He grinned. “Now, are we good? So what if the old doll fell? She’ll be back on her feet in a day or two.”

I fisted my hands at my side before I punched him, wiping that self-satisfied grin off his face. It wouldn’t take much for me to do it. I’d never liked the man, and he wasn’t improving his chances that I ever would.

“We are most definitely not good,” I ground out through clenched teeth, “and I seriously doubt we ever will be. The old doll, as you called her, is very important to me. She’s broken her hip and requires surgery.” My jaw was so tight my face ached. “She won’t be back on her feet for weeks. She can’t stay alone, and I intend to stay with her.”

That’s it. Stay safe and don’t forget to check out the other Tuesday Tales