Fic - Filing
Title: Filing
Fandom: Secretary
Summary: A short experiment with the movie Secretary.
Conrad.
ABC
Ca, Ce, Ci, Co, Con
Conrad
She could type all 27 letters, 10 digits and accompanying grammatical marks without looking, but alphabetizing was beyond her. To place the files in the proper order required strict attention and a constant repetition of the alphabet.
Trainer
ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRST
Ta, Te, Ti, To, Tr, Tra
Trainer
It filled a comforting majority of her mind, this litany, and she swayed on her sensible heels as she leaned in over the old and many times painted filing cabinet.
Stowe
ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRS
Sa, Se, Si, So, St, Sto
Stowe
Mr. Grey was in his office, the low murmur of his voice was barely audible through the wall as he paced and spoke into his Dictaphone. There was a tension between them, though she could not place it as coming from either of them, but rather seemed to be coming through the walls themselves.
Beacher
AB
Ba, Be, Bea
Beacher
She did not think about home because, for this brief time, there was no home, just as there was no family, no car rides, no institution, no weddings, no dates, and no huge and incalculable sky. Just the filing.
Wolfe and Sons
ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVW
Wa, We, Wi, Wo, Wol,
And Mr. Grey.
Anderson
A
Aa, Ae, Ai, An, And
There was always Mr. Grey. His presence surrounded her, like a pleasant fog, keeping everything else outside the office door. It did not exist. She did not exist.
Barrett
AB
Ba
Barrett
Except for the weight of the files against her arm. Except for the roughness of the carpet against her knees when she knelt down to the XYZ drawer. Except for the stretch in her back and the pleasant buzzing in her mind as she ran her fingers from A to Z. She was not there.
Lyman
ABCDEFGHIJKL
La, Le, Lee, Li, Lo, Lu, Ly, Lym
She was filing.
Fandom: Secretary
Summary: A short experiment with the movie Secretary.
Conrad.
ABC
Ca, Ce, Ci, Co, Con
Conrad
She could type all 27 letters, 10 digits and accompanying grammatical marks without looking, but alphabetizing was beyond her. To place the files in the proper order required strict attention and a constant repetition of the alphabet.
Trainer
ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRST
Ta, Te, Ti, To, Tr, Tra
Trainer
It filled a comforting majority of her mind, this litany, and she swayed on her sensible heels as she leaned in over the old and many times painted filing cabinet.
Stowe
ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRS
Sa, Se, Si, So, St, Sto
Stowe
Mr. Grey was in his office, the low murmur of his voice was barely audible through the wall as he paced and spoke into his Dictaphone. There was a tension between them, though she could not place it as coming from either of them, but rather seemed to be coming through the walls themselves.
Beacher
AB
Ba, Be, Bea
Beacher
She did not think about home because, for this brief time, there was no home, just as there was no family, no car rides, no institution, no weddings, no dates, and no huge and incalculable sky. Just the filing.
Wolfe and Sons
ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVW
Wa, We, Wi, Wo, Wol,
And Mr. Grey.
Anderson
A
Aa, Ae, Ai, An, And
There was always Mr. Grey. His presence surrounded her, like a pleasant fog, keeping everything else outside the office door. It did not exist. She did not exist.
Barrett
AB
Ba
Barrett
Except for the weight of the files against her arm. Except for the roughness of the carpet against her knees when she knelt down to the XYZ drawer. Except for the stretch in her back and the pleasant buzzing in her mind as she ran her fingers from A to Z. She was not there.
Lyman
ABCDEFGHIJKL
La, Le, Lee, Li, Lo, Lu, Ly, Lym
She was filing.