On Hanna’s first day of the job she figured she would meet a few people, be shown some of the ropes, and get her bearings.
There was no surprise when the foreman drove in the direction of the outbuildings.
Along the way, he showed her where she would stow her gear, pointing to the living quarters and the cookhouse. Both, he explained vehemently, were Mrs. Johnson’s domains.
“That,” muttered the foreman, “is His Eminence. He thinks he runs the show around here.”
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Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Prompt - March 28, 2019 - Write a story using the word eminence.