I had some short stories, poems and photographs to share ... and so here I am

A Short Story

 

Miss Ping


Has anyone actually talked to him? It’s bloody crazy! Anyone called the unions? We must jolly well get a lawyer! Did you see her? Miss Who? Did someone say Chinese black magic? Where are the directors and shareholders? We should bloody well refuse to go! It’s absolutely barking!

* * *

The staff slowly gathered in the conference room, the hush among them most unusual, no one in a state to decide where to sit. Close to the front? Would that prove eagerness and teamwork? Would it be too obvious to stay near the back, ducking direct questions? Some clearly decided to sit along the back wall in protest, maintaining some sensible distance from the madness of the previous 24 hours. Men straightened their ties. Women pushed the hair off their faces. Nervous frowns met.

Mr Gilbert bounced in with the blind Miss Ping on his arm. ‘For goodness sake,’ he said, pausing to take in the faces. ‘There’s no need to worry. I sense panic and hurt, but I want you to know you’re all very talented. We just need to know that your kind of talent is right for us.’

Susan, the staff representative, stood up. ‘We just think it’s very peculiar. It’s … unprecedented.’

Miss Ping, who looked about 70, straightened her hunch and smiled.

‘It’s unprecedented here,’ said Gilbert. ‘But it’s all the rage in places like China … and if we want to expand into those markets, we need to learn from them!’

Susan stared at the floor and said, ‘The unions need more time to …’

Gilbert pointed angrily at her chair, the whites of his eyes becoming more evident. ‘Miss Ping is a very busy woman … not to mention expensive.’

* * *

All 27 workers found themselves stretched out on the floor, no more than three minutes after the meeting began, their arms on their chests, their legs spread apart. Miss Ping, whose grey hair was tied back with what looked like seaweed, edged her way between them, like a cat making its way through unknown grass. She hovered above each person, placing a cold hand on their heads, their hands, their feet. Susan and one or two of the others tried to speak but were cut off mid-sentence with a loud clap from Gilbert - he lay among them, looking around and grinning, obviously pleased that things might just work. Miss Ping hummed a mesmerising lullaby or hymn.

* * *

‘As you all know,’ said Gilbert, flushed and panting with the excitement of what they’d all just witnessed, ‘Miss Ping is going to pick some of you out. I know it sounds crazy, but she really does have the exceptional ability to receive visions, to know who has the right energy to align this planet … our company … with the right people.’

Miss Ping crept forward and closed her eyes. ‘Mr Gilbert. Sorry. Everyone here good. But not you. I see better company without you.’



© Copyright, 2007. Seamus Kearney.

11 comments:

Susan Abraham said...

Slight intrigue. Enjoyable.
I like your story very much, Shameless. :-)

...Miss Ping is a very busy woman … not to mention expensive.’...

Witty, this!
I wonder if she got paid in the end. :-)

Verilion said...

I like Miss Ping, I wonder if my workplace would hire her. Well done on the honorable mention.

Shameless said...

We need her at our place too, V. :)

Shameless said...

Susan,
She was probably appointed as the new CEO! :)

Minx said...

Well done, Shameless.
I think these blog competitions are so good - a great writing exercise, and also a way to find some new and interesting links.

Shameless said...

Minx,
It's true that these things throw up a pool of amazing talent, who need to all be linked to! I'm slowly browsing through all the links! :) Congrats again on your pize!

Susan Abraham said...

Hi Shameless,
Came back to visit because we were talking about word meters the other day and it looks like the famous Zokotou one has gone bust.
I've just noticed you've got Writertopia up now.
I had wanted to let you know of another one, in case you wanted an option.
This is the link to Evoluionwriters.com.
It's got word meters too, that's like a smal pencil-slim bar in many striking colors. On this link that I've given you, you can press Add Meter if you're ever interested and they'll ask you for the word count, goal and to choose your colours.
On the sidebar, of evolutionwriters.com, this column is under 'Progess Meters.'
I noticed they've also got other interesting resources for writers.
Just thought you may want to know. :-)
cheers

Shameless said...

Susan,
Thanks for that tip! I did wonder why the Zokotou thing stopped working. Have they completely closed up shop? I quite like the little cartoon thing I have now, which is easy to change in the HTML code, but I will keep this other address you've given me in case I want to change. Thanks for the tip! :) It's fun isn't it to have all these little things to play with? :)

Susan Abraham said...

Hi Shameless,
It's amazing isn't it what a little reminder like that can do for a writer.
The cartoon thing's very funny and I'll look forward to your change of mood. :-)
When I google Zokotou Meter, I just get a notice saying that the account's been suspended and to contact the billing department!

jason evans said...

Congratulations on the honorable mention!!

Actually, I had an art teacher in grade school by the name of Mrs. Ping. Man, we had a lot of fun with that. And she was weird, to boot.

Shameless said...

Jason,
Thanks for the kind comment. A real Mrs Ping? Wow. I hope she didn't tie her hair back with seaweed! :)