Molly's mother told her to dress up nice one day. "We're going to my work," she said.
Molly wasn't sure why her mother was taking her to work, but she didn't argue. Arguing could be bad, especially if her family hoped to get a guinea pig this year.
So, Molly dressed up nicely and she went to work with her mom. Her mom sat her down on a chair and took one next to her. There wasn't any place to play, but lots and lots of people were like mom, taking stuff and putting it on a table next to them.
"Mommy?" Molly asked after a while, because watching her mother work on her screen was boring. She should be able to go out and play!
"Mommy's busy," her mother said, tapping at the screen. "Be good. If you're good, I'll give you some crayons and some paper to play with."
"Okay, mommy." She looked around. "Why is everyone out in the open?"
"Because cubicles are bad for us, the government says so," her mother said, but she didn't explain to Molly what a Cubicle was or why it was bad for everyone. Maybe it was a kind of junk food.
"Oh, okay," Molly said, and folded her hands because she was a nice girl.
After a while, someone set up a tiny table just for her and she got to color with a lot of crayons. It was nice!
And then, after a while, her mother packed things up and put things away, and she took Molly's hand. "It's time to go," she said.
Molly nodded, and soon they were away from her mother's workplace. Molly still wasn't sure why they'd gone, but maybe there was a reason.
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Re: Prompt 4
Date: 2011-09-13 01:18 am (UTC)Molly's mother told her to dress up nice one day. "We're going to my work," she said.
Molly wasn't sure why her mother was taking her to work, but she didn't argue. Arguing could be bad, especially if her family hoped to get a guinea pig this year.
So, Molly dressed up nicely and she went to work with her mom. Her mom sat her down on a chair and took one next to her. There wasn't any place to play, but lots and lots of people were like mom, taking stuff and putting it on a table next to them.
"Mommy?" Molly asked after a while, because watching her mother work on her screen was boring. She should be able to go out and play!
"Mommy's busy," her mother said, tapping at the screen. "Be good. If you're good, I'll give you some crayons and some paper to play with."
"Okay, mommy." She looked around. "Why is everyone out in the open?"
"Because cubicles are bad for us, the government says so," her mother said, but she didn't explain to Molly what a Cubicle was or why it was bad for everyone. Maybe it was a kind of junk food.
"Oh, okay," Molly said, and folded her hands because she was a nice girl.
After a while, someone set up a tiny table just for her and she got to color with a lot of crayons. It was nice!
And then, after a while, her mother packed things up and put things away, and she took Molly's hand. "It's time to go," she said.
Molly nodded, and soon they were away from her mother's workplace. Molly still wasn't sure why they'd gone, but maybe there was a reason.
She didn't worry. She'd figure it out someday.