Time again for Friday Fictioneers:
The inter-office soccer match was scheduled for the weekend.
Rumour gave us to believe that the Acme Corporation would field the ex-Olympian, Floyd Stapler in the striker’s position.
Panic reigned at Apex Limited.
We would have to pull something miraculous out of the hat to avoid being thrashed.
It was too late to whip our forwards into shape; one wheezed, one limped and a third had flat feet. Our defence was even worse. Just one option remained. We’d have to rely on Rufus, our team mascot.
Facsimile: Saturday match cancelled. Rufus ate corporate files. All staff working overtime.