Maximum word count for this one was 200 words. I won!
“How sad that a storm always came in when the flowering cherry bloomed.”
Joe froze, his mind going completely blank. He avoided Miss Smith’s gaze, hoping his panic wasn’t showing on his face. Why couldn’t he remember? He swallowed nervously, his hands fisting by his sides, his palms damp.
She was starting to look concerned. His mind was racing now, considering and rejecting a hundred responses. This was awful. A drop of perspiration trickled from his hairline down the side of his face and he resisted the temptation to draw attention to it by brushing it away. He shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot. He had to remember – so much depended on it. The consequence of failure was too horrible to consider.
Why did she have to make these passwords so convoluted? They really shouldn’t have put the ex-CIA agent in charge of the key to the executive bathroom.